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letra de we on dat - raq baby

[intro]
(what they talkin’ ’bout, traiqo?)
(don’t put it on me, ho)
(keep my name out your motherf-ckin’ mouth, lil’ b-tch)

[verse]
huh, know we came to fill up, tell the cup it’s time to spill
too much bloodshed, i don’t wanna push no peace, lil’ n-gga, it’s time to k!ll
got on shades to cover my eyes when i drill
every day, he diss, but don’t got no pole, he gon’ die in the field
your mama ain’t never told you keep playin’ with every n-gga, one day you gon’ meet your match?
got off first and turned around, tried to run, 7.62s meet your back
please don’t mention us ’cause we on that
know an opp n-gga coppin’ pleas, but go top g and act like he on that
fake goin’ live, tryna act like he on my street, but how? n-gga, we on that
see us, man, n-gga run four flat
any n-gga we don’t ‘posed to see get caught out of bounds, get put on the floor mat
no opp n-gga gettin’ no pass, go round for round, get put where your bro at
can’t walk in the city, we k!llin’ young n-ggas, got k!lled for tryna find out where the store at
be on that bullsh-t, n-gga ask me what i’m smokin’, said, “your bro, man”
said she ain’t suckin’ no d-ck, i had to show her where the door at
opp b-tch talkin’ that sh-t in that lyft, we left her sh-t on so flat
the trench hoes think they thick, they big as f-ck, these hoes be so fat
tell trina let me hit, it hurt, that p-ssy so fat
started talkin’ to her friend, she got more ass, i’m tryna bone that
she got straight to it, pulled out my d-ck, she tryna dome that
she been tryna f-ck since we was kids with her lil’ grown ass
tryna get my number, but she ain’t pulled out no jack, b-tch, where your phone at? huh
give her d-ck, then send her back to where your home at, huh
bro down the road, they waitin’ on me like where the drone at? huh
walk in the street, we ain’t no referee, but you’ll get blown at
back when i was broke, slimed a fake bro, it was like eight hundred
he wasn’t on sh-t anyway, he had some pape’, it stay comin’
know i slime sh-t out, i already knew, i seen it, they comin’
n-gga started actin’ different when he got that pape’, i see he fake stuntin’
i’ma up the bl!ck on him, if he ask me why, then i’m gon’ play dummy
pray that one day, we could bump with the opps, these n-ggas stay runnin’
that n-gga been dead, they still bring him up, i swear i hate mummies
bad as h-ll, i was runnin’ with my daddy whenever we seen jakes comin’
talk down like a b-tch when i ain’t there, when he see me, he say nothin’
keep tellin’ folks what you gon’ do when you see me and he ain’t spray nothin’
got a favorite opp, every time we see him, shot, i swear he hate bumpin’
before the glock, i was knockin’ n-ggas out, young n-gga stay thumpin’
[outro]
(what they talkin’ ’bout, traiqo?)

- raq baby

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