letra de jabroni - raq baby
[intro]
(xair, let me get that motherf-cker)
[verse]
in the yams outside with a xd on me, takin’ him down, he not my homie
n-gga, get on the ground why he clownin’ like he not a clown? a big, bad homie
might get put on the ground, walk around with some sh-t, make a sound, a big bag on me
n-gga, you wasn’t around, thirteen, chasin’ sh-t through the town with a big-ass .40
can’t walk with a frown, gotta keep goin’ for my momma and son, this sh-t ’bout family now
all the grown b-tches sayin’ that i was too young, bad b-tch wanna handle me now
i’m too much to handle, she know i’m big pressure
huh, i ain’t know she was gon’ like the b-tch ’til i put ’em together
frrt, big box on the back of the gun, go, “brrt,” let us get drops on the opps, we’ll clear it
can’t f-ck with her, she a bum drinkin’ a beer, make me mad, it be redrum, sh-t’ll get serious
go big-body h-llcat all on the curb, she wanna f-ck and i’m all in her skirt
hit the red snapper, get piece of the perch, used to rob b-tches, get piece of the purse
don’t get turned on, take a demon to flirt, your p-ssy too pretty, but i need it to hurt
that sh-t be gettin’ wet, but i need it to squirt, i beat on it ’til my p-n-s’ll hurt
my homie be tweakin’, i’m seein’ it first, start blowin’, he a dumbass, he ain’t alert
had to get on your ass ‘fore i be a shirt
go score, make a opp b-tch twerk, backdoor, make a opp b-tch flirt
early bird get the worm, we chirp
where your gloves at? it get burnt, whoever in the he-rs- got it worse
come in the trap, the regular drugs in the front, the back for the terps
uh, knew lil’ bro was different, k!lled somethin’ in the back of the church
none of my opps be ready, think he makaveli, put his ass back in the dirt
ridin’ ’round in a chevy, this motherf-cker heavy, bodies in the back of it, huh
they thought a n-gga was gon’ fail, see me in the cell, wanna see me back in it, huh
yeah, unlimited sh-lls, you gotta know that we be packin’ it, huh
yeah, in the yams outside with a xd on me, take him down, he not my homie
where them pounds? n-gga know we want it
watch my surroundings, rather be lonely, came with clowns, these n-ggas be phony
we ain’t lazy, they talkin’ paper, we goin’ miles, just know that we on it
ain’t havin’ no cheese, jabroni, sip lean and pop pills with lil tony
put a opp to sleep, bullets melatonin, i wanna kiss on your neck while you moanin’
i been outside all day and i’m missin’ my b-tch, come here, i’m h-rny
ghetto p-ssy, i’m tryna stick bone in it, i don’t f-ck with lil’ girls, i like grown women
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