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letra de did it again - raq baby

[intro]
d-mn, we done did it again (uh-huh)
huh, huh, we done did it again (huh)
huh, huh, whole team did it again
huh, huh, huh, huh
whole team did it again

[verse 1]
the f-ck that sh-t you sayin’? b-tch, i got bands
f-ck the opp, that wasn’t the plan
know they mad as f-ck that i got lit, suck it up, this sh-t ain’t luck
name a n-gga that’ll f-ck with us, n-gga, duck
these n-gga gay, make a post ’bout me every day, i got somethin’ that will make ’em hush
think i’m playin’? send twin through that b-tch again, made foenem shoot it up
same n-gga dissin’, yeah they know me, just me and glock 40, i was by my lonely
n-gga, i ain’t no b-tch, hit his ass with that bl!ck, gave the glock back to my homie
know how i get, tryna cap like i’m a b-tch, well f-ck boy gotta show me
can’t wait ’til i catch me a rap n-gga lackin’, i’ma turn this b-tch out of fried bologna
huh, f-ck boy you smokin’ with
if you f-ck with who, n-gga
n-gga dissin’, like if wе catch they ass in traffic, what you gon’ do, n-gga?
got enough bullets in thе gun to knock down twenty-two n-ggas
twin told me to hop out, sit in that car, had to slay with glock out the room, n-gga
pray to god every night, i know two wrong don’t make a right
take a ‘lock, n-gga grab your glock, lil’ boy gon’ be alright
why the f-ck would a n-gga play with me? know i ain’t got no mind
n-gga worry ’bout me, when bronem on they ass, n-gga go and slide
these n-ggas stuck in the trenches
b-tch, i’m on a money mission, n-gga i don’t hide
they wonder why i don’t kick it, i feel like all these b-tches, because i’m slime
got my b-tch, i don’t got no tie
say, “raq, how you doin’?”, lil’ b-tch, i’m fine
love f-ckin’ yo b-tch, i be in that p-ssy deep, and i love the way she whine
big ass vv’, yeah they shine
f-ck what you used to do, do it now
ain’t from the a, n-gga, i was born and raised in the ‘raq, and i grew up on the nine
do yo research, check yo fact
they know ms gon’ run the town
in the field, we run around
n-gga, what’s up? can’t calm it down
[?], had a big ass glock with a switch on it
i don’t give a f-ck what you sayin’, n-gga f-ck yo mans and all yo big homies
she wanna hold my bands, and drive my scat, and take a fl!ck on it
watch a n-gga fall for the bait, but this fish and rod ain’t got no fish on it
[?]
every n-gga time comin’
you gotta rock it, i’m not runnin’
don’t put that glock to work, n-gga only use it for pictures, he not gunnin’
this sh-t forever, we won’t stop nothin’
grind for that lil’ ass check, that not money
hittin’ yo b-tch from the back, won’t stop cummin’
i got the ball, he not fumblin’
take his ass off for the free, blue hundred
[bridge]
phew
phew
phew

[verse 2]
you can feel the breathe when i grab a n-gga soul, huh
since y’all wanna pick beef, i tell y’all, “all y’all n-gga ho”
f-ck-n-gga tried to play, left a f-ck-n-gga gaspin’ on the grove
[?]
n-gga this street sh-t here ain’t easy, i’m mad, i miss you bro
f-ck that sh-t, lil’ b-tch, come see me, i can’t stand a busy ho
when i f-ck yo bih’, pull her braids from the back, i call this bih’ my breezy bone
still gotta keep my glizzy though

- raq baby

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