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letra de helmets for hats - raq baby

[intro]
yeah, like
one thing i’ma do, i’ma talk my sh-t
these n-ggas know i’ma just, i be speakin’ from the heart
uh, whatever i say, you know what i’m sayin’? stand on it from the start
huh, yeah, huh, huh, yeah, yeah
yeah, free threat billy
free all the bros, free big slime, free everybody, huh

[verse 1]
uh, yeah, f-ckin’ these hoes, this sh-t too easy
send the b-tch home, then rock out the show with all the bros, this sh-t too easy
new pack gotta go, you movin’ too slow, i’m taxin’ for hoes ’cause, b-tch, i need you
just leave spill alone, he a demon
i’ve been itchin’ and squeezin’, no playin’, just give me a reason
all year, it be murder time, so an opp n-gga die every season
back then, they wouldn’t need me, got freak b-tches showin’ cleavage
my name gettin’ big, but i ain’t p-ssy, my skin brown, but i ain’t cleveland
baby talkin’ that freak sh-t on that phone, be ready to f-ck me when you see me
i just want you to get on your knees, that’s one of my needs because i need it
no ho can’t try me like i’m green, we can’t proceed, lil’ ho, it’s bleedin’
shot a n-gga up close, my brand-new hoodie, b-tch, i had to bleach it, huh
bro tried to pull a back door, i’m glad i had the secret
had his b-tch, he took her back, though, i’m glad i got to beat it
say anything, i got them racks, though, can’t act like you don’t see it
that never lackin’ dripped-out n-gga, you wanna be it
[chorus]
police think they know me, say, “you always got a gun,” i said, “sometimes”
see the opps and we always make ’em run, not just sometimes
in the trenches, this sh-t be always dark, it ain’t no sunshine
helmets for hats, you better not lack, you’ll get gunned down

[verse 2]
huh, huh, frrt, frrt, frrt, frrt, i ain’t goin’
knock sh-t down, that young n-gga a fool from the three like james harden
just came to f-ck, i ain’t your p-ssy-ass baby daddy, i ain’t spoilin’
came to win, be d-mned if i don’t win a grammy, i ain’t goin’
new b-tch talkin’ ’bout she a blazer, think i’m goin’ to portland
i’ma send the funds ’til you get out that can, my bro important
hurt my heart, they gave b5 that time, tell ’em free shorty
i don’t wanna die, fresh out the liquor store, gotta keep 40
put a b-tch on they ass, tired of thots and he wanna be h-rny
f-ckin’ this ho friend, think it’s a setup, b-tch, why you record me?
f-ck the opps, n-ggas be lyin’, hope he die tellin’ stories
come f-ck with a lil’ smacker, baby, your n-gga be corny

[chorus]
police think they know me, say, “you always got a gun,” i said, “sometimes”
see the opps and we always make ’em run, not just sometimes
in the trenches, this sh-t be always dark, it ain’t no sunshine
helmets for hats, you better not lack, you’ll get gunned down
[outro]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
helmets for hats, you better not lack, you’ll get gunned down
huh, huh, huh, huh
helmets for hats, you better not lack, you’ll get gunned down
3:11 in the morning, man
i’m geeked up
you know what the f-ck goin’ on, smackers outside
and we’ll be outside tomorrow

- raq baby

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