letra de raise the rate - youngboy never broke again
[intro]
ayy, what up? yeah, f-ck that
ayy, you already know how we rock, b-tch as n-gga
(tay keith, f-ck these n-ggas up)
whatchu’ want do?
[chorus]
ever seen a youngin’ pull up dumpin’ out a wraith?
get that up out the safe and shoot him in his face, oh cmon
p-ssy n-gga actin’ stupid, put him in his place
tote that choppa, i’ma shoot it ’till the metal break
i don’t f-ck with all these rappers, most these n-ggas fake
i hop out with that glizzy in the a just like i’m td jakes
b-tch, i be that n-gga screamin’ “murda, f-ckin’ raise the rate”
i just put a hundred on that drac’, now n-gga less they take
i drawl down, shake the room, come here, b-tch don’t move
tryna leave it in my truеs, walk out with blood on my shoes
thought i wasn’t gon’ catch you, you a f-ckin’ fool
bangin’, let it in with boom, bet you wish you had a tool
hold on, f-ck that n-gga, catch ‘еm, better bust that n-gga, uh
heard these n-ggas mad, b-tch, i know they love that n-gga
[chorus]
ever seen a youngin’ pull up dumpin’ out a wraith?
get that up out the safe and shoot him in his face, oh cmon
p-ssy n-gga actin’ stupid, put him in his place
tote that choppa, i’ma shoot it ’till the metal break
i don’t f-ck with all these rappers, most these n-ggas fake
i hop out with that glizzy in the a just like i’m td jakes
b-tch, i be that n-gga screamin’ “murda, f-ckin’ raise the rate”
i just put a hundred on that drac’, now n-gga less they take
i drawl down, shake the room, come here, b-tch don’t move
tryna leave it in my trues, walk out with blood on my shoes
thought i wasn’t gon’ catch you, you a f-ckin’ fool
bangin’, let it in with boom, bet you wish you had a tool
hold on, f-ck that n-gga, catch ‘em, better bust that n-gga, uh
heard these n-ggas mad, b-tch, i know they love that n-gga
[chorus]
ever seen a youngin’ pull up dumpin’ out a wraith?
get that up out the safe and shoot him in his face, oh cmon
p-ssy n-gga actin’ stupid, put him in his place
tote that choppa, i’ma shoot it ’till the metal break
i don’t f-ck with all these rappers, most these n-ggas fake
i hop out with that glizzy in the a just like i’m td jakes
b-tch, i be that n-gga screamin’ “murda, f-ckin’ raise the rate”
i just put a hundred on that drac’, now n-gga less they take
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