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letra de people under the stairs - raq baby

[intro]
(qua did it)
n-gga
mm, n-gga, me and my
b-tch-ass sh-t, n-gga (you know zai produced that sh-t)
f-ck ’em
grr, huh, grr, huh, hmm, huh, huh

[chorus]
you be that young n-gga, yeah, huh, you be that young n-gga swing that stick
got a big gun, k!ll a bear, huh, who wanna catch bodies? this b-tch aim legit
slammin’ on sh-t like ric flair, f-ckin’ a bad b-tch, she doin’ hair
say somethin’ if i like you, b-tch, why would i stare?
only one night her, send a b-tch down the stairs
n-gga don’t gotta be scared
bet he duck when he hear that, “brrt, brrt”
b-tch bound to get into that hog when i pull up, hear that, “skrrt, skrrt”
brand-new ‘cat, this b-tch convert
i ain’t tryna take you on no date, lil’ baby, i came to get under that skirt
got h-lla pape’, i can’t buy you a purse

[verse]
opps always fail when they try to catch me lackin’, it won’t work
on the e-way, bp trucks, hеlla sticks inside when we swеrvin’
give you ten minutes, want me to stay inside, need a perky
hit from the back, got a b-tch on the balcony, neighbors see everything, don’t need a curtain
long as i rap, then you good, i been on it, know you can get everything, b-tch, i been workin’
fry n-ggas up like some chicken, we got a new shipment, i take his ass down right to church’s
put him out, call me curtis
more than a game with us, doin’ this lil’ b-tch dirty
told lil’ bro he can’t sip on this green juice ’cause this b-tch dirty
all you do is f-ck opps, b-tch, i don’t need you, lil’ ho, you dirty
make me mad, i’ll pop me a perky
make her mad, she f-ck on the bro
been f-cked her friend, lil’ b-tch, who you hurtin’?
certain n-ggas on ig be police, keep your head on a swivel, watch who you be swervin’
all of my n-ggas be up on the speed, we gettin’ sh-t gone, can’t move like a turtle
ain’t no n-gga get in my way in the street, i’m flippin’ sh-t over, i’m just like a burger
if they get too close, then we gon’ hurt ’em
got a lil’ bl!ck on my side, it get urgent
we never gave a f-ck, b-tch, we been high, got h-lla sticks sittin’ on the side of suburban
too quick to f-ck the b-tch, i don’t do the flirtin’
[chorus]
you be that young n-gga, yeah, huh, you be that young n-gga swing that stick
got a big gun, k!ll a bear, huh, who wanna catch bodies? this b-tch aim legit
slammin’ on sh-t like ric flair, f-ckin’ a bad b-tch, she doin’ hair
say somethin’ if i like you, b-tch, why would i stare?
only one night her, send a b-tch down the stairs
n-gga don’t gotta be scared
bet he duck when he hear that, “brrt, brrt”
b-tch bound to get into that hog when i pull up, hear that, “skrrt, skrrt”
brand-new ‘cat, this b-tch convert
i ain’t tryna take you on no date, lil’ baby, i came to get under that skirt
got h-lla pape’, i can’t buy you a purse

- raq baby

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