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letra de devil son - raq baby

[chorus]
ain’t gotta warrant for sh-t, i’m having lil b-tch y’ know i’m getting cheese
i thought they was lil bro ‘nem b-tch, i got a bop all on her knees
car been spinning the block for a min don’t ask no questions, b-tch squeeze
dont try to supply my needs, a perc and yo p-ssy that’s all i need
i would go f-ck on shh─, but i’m way to player the bit’ keep actin
yeah i’m up a hunnid but don’t get sh-t twisted lil bro ‘nem still be clappin
been telling that n-gga to show me a dub for two years b-tch ass still be cappin
got the password to her gram’ we don’t give a d-mn that lil hoe still be smackin, huh
off some za’ in the booth with josh
b-tch i’m geeked
she said she wanna go out to eat today, the f-ck you want a pizza?
she said she was only with her friends today, yo green-ass still believed her?
don’t even think about the drive-thru b-tch, only d-ck is what i feed her

[verse]
why would i stress bout a b-tch when d-mn near hit every hoe in the city?
had a smacked the lil hoe, then i pass her i don’t give a f-ck about a hoe being pretty
it don’t take much to take yo b-tch all i really gotta do is pay for a tittie
sitting here calling us b-tches broke-ass can’t even pay his ticket
everybody thick around me now, but ain play cause i get busy
slime on some sh-t, that’ll make grahams get down old man can’t duck these switches
i done changed my number a hunnid thousand times i still can’t duck these b-tches
filled his ass with a hunnid thousand rounds, he dead he still gon’ feel it
ion wanna have to whip my bl!ck out on a n-gga, thought i told you
drew down for yo sh-t ain’t getting it back for you thought i owed you
young n-gga sh-t i’m with lil mon n’ nem, thuggin in magnolia
yeah, shooting at n-ggas’ youn believe me, n-gga run up and i’ll show ya
me and my n-gga soild we ain changin for no b-tch
ain gon’ lie lil bruh be having them bl!cks but he be dangling with them sticks
if can’t catch me on the grove i’m probably somewhere hangin with yo b-tch
out the window 300 black out shoot long range, no aimin with this b-tch
[outro]
ain’t goin back and forth with no p-ssy n-gga, they all my sons
shoot-out in broad day ion give no f-ck’ i’ll never run
post-up with the same switch you ain scaring sh-t we got h-lla guns
n-gga won’t’ try this sh-t they know fasho i’m devil son

- raq baby

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