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babykoda – raw drank freestyle lyrics

[intro]
welcome back blake

[verse]
my brother know i’m done with [?]
until he said “them shoes was made to skate,” i can’t be seen with these
and [?] said these n+ggas meant to hate, so now i hang with g’s
my momma said i need go make some pape, so now i’m slangin’ p’s
my pops, since i depend, i’m independent, takin’ what i need
i been sippin’ drank raw
they told me stop cause that ain’t listerine
could knock ya dreads off
could have him lookin’ like he mr.clean
another day without a couple mill
it’s been some days, when i ain’t even had a couple meals
i’ve been on drugs, cause ion even really wanna feel
i’m hangin’ up on labels, ion really want a deal
said, “f+ck it” and hop in a few
b+tch i’m moving dolo, i be on my p’s and q’s
can’t be f+cking a long thot b+tch, i can’t be seen witchu
if i find out you f+cked a lame n+gga, i’m probably leaving you
i just wan’t love and money, i can’t even choose between the two
you b+tches burnt out and turnt out
b+tch you ain’t famous, you just that one hoe we all heard about
you b+tches lame as f+ck, ain’t even nothing ya’ll can learn about
don’t say bro name, cause that’s the type of sh+t that we gon’ murk about
still keep my glizzy tucked
me and my blunt inside my studio, how i get lit as f+ck
these n+ggas slimin’ out they mans, i’m watching n+ggas b+tches f+ck
imma keep rhyming on these beats until a n+gga rich as f+ck
we from the land where sh+t get grimey, that’s why we got bl!ck with us
been getting money since the 7th grade
my brother told me, “never stop this sh+t until the checks is made”
my brother put me on, the only time i’ve been in second place
said she gon’ let me f+ck, i told her, “take me to the second place”
i coulda hit that yesterday
brodie pourin’ eights in canned sodas
[?] stopped me in that track, if you don’t move, get ran ova
p+ssy boy ain’t in the range, you in a f+cking land rover
how the f+ck you getting high, and you gon’ leave your man sober? it ain’t addin’ up
made like 30k off rap sh+t, i could add it up
b+tch it’s twenty+thousand for a feature, yeah i’m taxin’, huh
ballin’ wit my blood and we could still get this sh+t crackin’, huh
ion f+ck with hoes, but i know my b+tch gon’ be bad as f+ck
left the house without my .30 clip, but we still stab you up
b+tch i go to war without my brother, prolly maskin’ up
coolin’ wit a lil thick thot, i might tap it up
need a 100 onna wrist watch, presidential bust
askin’, why she take her clothes off?
ion wanna f+ck
sorry if i gave you the wrong message, baby suck me up
i’ve been sippin’ lean again, i know this sh+t gon’ f+ck me up
i’ve been livin’ dreams again, i know i gotta run it up

- babykoda lyrics

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