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letra de outside - raq baby

[intro]
gah d-mn bit’ you trippin
uh, uh
ah

[verse: raq baby]
momma say “stay up on that porch, you be with gang members”
we can’t go out bad we smackin sh-t i’m with them same n-ggas
952-0 we ion give a f-ck bout what you claim n-gga
you sent them last shooters, yo last n-gga ‘had lost his brain n-gga
n-ggas know what the f-ck it is when i hop out with 5ive n’ nem
can’t bring no n-ggas up in this party if he ain’t gang we robbin him
got them labels all on my d-ck, they like “he hard, we signing him”
you a p-ssy i heard them n-ggas had took yo gun i can’t be kind to him
said you made me run i always got my gun ‘n-gga why you lyin a him?
b-tch i’m smackin sh-t i’m the reason that his lil b-tch won’t spend no time with him
don’t come around that lazy sh-t, me and my gang b-tch’ we grind in here
can’t be inside the trap if a n-gga scared to do a crimе in here
sending b’s straight to ya door, i should bе a mail man
all that sh-t i said before, i should be a dead man
n-gga i’m tryna up the score, ion give a f-ck what you said man
said he walk passed by the store why the f-ck he still got legs then?
b-tch we outside who the f-ck that said they wanna send it up?
n-gga stop lyin’
can’t see you at the red light, better buck
cause we out slimin’
when i enter to the city, yo chain tucked
n-gga stop cryin’
you p-ssy n-ggas ain’t outside
[verse: ?]
see me, im known for walkin’ sh-t i’ll die before i be paralyzed
2 glocks, 2 scopes to piece me face-to-face just like a pair of eyes
don’t no n-gga want smoke with us’ i told y’all that sh-t several times
how the f-ck you claim you smackin sh-t?, its time to slide’ you never ride
labels calling back-to-back they want the label in the game, b-tch
blade you just came home from prison, how the f-ck you on the same sh-t?
we catch bodies and disposal of the weapon, will use the same stick
and talkin like you stupid quickest way to get yo brain hit
no g.i joe up in this b-tch i got my shoota with a sniper out
she like “blade this p-ssy pressure” but its coo i’m finna pipe her out
behind the wall the smallest n-gga but this play i had my knife around
and let a n-gga try me on panuni i’m go [?]
go apply to la fitness all you p-ssy boys ain’t tough enough
strapped up like a seat belt in this b-tch ‘tell them boys buckle up
throw a diss inside the comments when you post yo dead brudda up
put a condom on my 30. cus’ this glizzy finna f-ck ’em up
fhhh, fhhh, fhhh, fhhh
there they go right there
soon as you see a opp let off yo glock and land some shots in there
hol up’ bro let me know if you want smoke bout that hoe
he want smoke’ he made a post
now his brains all on the floor
fhhh, fhhh, fhhh, fhhh
load up the splat lil bruh
b-tch my name lil top i keep a glock i wanna hat lil boy (hmm, hm)
it’s so hot in here
b-tch i see a opp, pop off his top and then we outta here

- raq baby

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