letra de got it tucked - raq baby
[intro]
huh, huh, huh
huh, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah (yeah, four3va)
uh, uh, yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh
huh
[chorus]
huh, she tryna show her titties to me, huh
i never asked her for the p-ssy, she chose to give it to me, huh
and we givin’ out belts, put belt to ass for all the rookies, huh
f-ck i look like bein’ scared? got drac’ for all you p-ssies
don’t look like it’s on me, but i got it tucked, huh
one wrong move, i’m shootin’ at everybody, i don’t give a f-ck, huh
we don’t clique up, this sh-t for everybody, we’ll send it up, huh
duckin’ and dodgin’ from thе feds probably, that’s why i don’t talk
[verse 1]
smokin’ on ‘za, gettin’ to my head probably, that’s why i’m stuck
can f-ck, but can’t trust
thеse hoes ain’t sh-t, f-cked up we gotta love, but can’t l-st
they mad at us ’cause we don’t d-ck ride, that sh-t ain’t us
can’t leave it at the house, the opps can’t wait to paint us, huh
uppin’ bl!ck on me just like robbin’ a bank truck
lil’ bro be havin’ that bl!ck, he ain’t goin’ for sh-t, you need to thank bro
before you crash out ’bout a b-tch, you need to think, bro
when you go down the road, she still gon’ do the same stuff
gemini, misunderstood, n0body understand how it feel
hate when n-ggas be tryna pick a certain day to turn real, huh
ain’t a struggle no more, we all in the high hills
this sh-t way better than the trenches, think i wanna die here
[chorus]
huh, she tryna show her titties to me, huh
i never asked her for the p-ssy, she chose to give it to me, huh
and we givin’ out belts, put belt to ass for all the rookies, huh
f-ck i look like bein’ scared? got drac’ for all you p-ssies
don’t look like it’s on me, but i got it tucked, huh
one wrong move, i’m shootin’ at everybody, i don’t give a f-ck, huh
we don’t clique up, this sh-t for everybody, we’ll send it up, huh
duckin’ and dodgin’ from the feds probably, that’s why i don’t talk
[verse 2]
who that is? who you know? who your folks? bl!ck him
we can’t leave no witnesses, gotta k!ll whoever with him
in two cars shootin’ different ways, had to banana split him
think they finna run us over, we just gonna blitz them
your boyfriend got b-tch in him and my glock got crits in ’em
opp hoes love comin’ to the trap, yeah, this the givin’-d-ck center
baby, we all know you a scram, it been like h-lla d-cks in you
rob her daddy, she play with my heart, no, i ain’t goin’ for sh-t, n-gga
yeah, we kick it from time to time, it’s love and you my n-gga
n-ggas know this sh-t get slime, i’ll crash, i see you with ’em
see an opp and i’m face to face, i aim above the rim, n-gga
n-ggas can say what they wanna say, just know we don’t f-ck with them, n-gga
you know i’m bustin’ them, n-gga
[chorus]
huh, she tryna show her titties to me, huh
i never asked her for the p-ssy, she chose to give it to me, huh
and we givin’ out belts, put belt to ass for all the rookies, huh
f-ck i look like bein’ scared? got drac’ for all you p-ssies
don’t look like it’s on me, but i got it tucked, huh
one wrong move, i’m shootin’ at everybody, i don’t give a f-ck, huh
we don’t clique up, this sh-t for everybody, we’ll send it up, huh
duckin’ and dodgin’ from the feds probably, that’s why i don’t talk
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