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hurricane wisdom & raq baby - on god lyrics

[intro: hurricane wisdom]
ooh, ayy

[chorus: hurricane wisdom]
if i get the ball, then i ain’t passin’
lil’ sis come through scorin’ baskets
am i high? b+tch, what is you askin’?
ayy, your b+tch good, but my b+tch badder
you shoot fast, but my sh+t faster
yeah, i’m in the stu’ with a big+ass 10 on me right now like sh+t don’t matter
see me at home, know it’s gon’ get quiet, on god, i don’t like chatter
i say, “bro, leave them hoes alone, on god, that b+tch gon’ tattle”
if sh+t go left, this b+tch go backwards
oh, you j. cole? quit that actin’
say, would i diss a n+gga ticket, oh, on god, i don’t need that traction

[verse 1: hurricane wisdom]
ayy, if i get the ball, then i ain’t passin’
lil’ sis come through scorin’ baskets
am i high? b+tch, what is you askin’?
ayy, your b+tch good, but my b+tch badder
you shoot fast, but my sh+t faster
yeah, i’m in the stu’ with a big+ass 10 on me right now like sh+t don’t matter
oh, when we come through, makе this b+tch go boom, i done seen n+ggas run they fastest
i say, “shoot,” thеy don’t get no passes
don’t say, “oop,” i don’t do no passin’
ayy, send sh+t through, i don’t need no address
ayy, i get loot, i don’t kiss no asses
ayy, my b+tch cute, i don’t pay for asses
ayy, yes, i’m good, thank you for askin’
[chorus: hurricane wisdom]
if i get the ball, then i ain’t passin’
lil’ sis come through scorin’ baskets
am i high? b+tch, what is you askin’?
ayy, your b+tch good, but my b+tch badder
you shoot fast, but my sh+t faster
yeah, i’m in the stu’ with a big+ass 10 on me right now like sh+t don’t matter
see me at home, know it’s gon’ get quiet, on god, i don’t like chatter
i say, “bro, leave them hoes alone, on god, that b+tch gon’ tattle”
if sh+t go left, this b+tch go backwards
oh, you j. cole? quit that actin’
say, would i diss a n+gga ticket, oh, on god, i don’t need that traction

[verse 2: raq baby]
yeah, he drop a diss, i’ma drop my lo’ right now, on god, i need that action
if he clutchin’, it go down in the parking lot, these pistols clappin’
sh+t get wicked, a n+gga gon’ die by the parking spot
load the boy down, knock all his stuff to the dash, bro wonder who the f+ck gon’ park ’em now
treat all the opps like they battery low
wonderin’, oh, who gon’ spark ’em now
racks in the ‘cat, but the ‘cat ain’t slow
i got some sh+t that’ll hawk ’em down
i can’t wait ’til he d+i+e, no nle, i’ma walk ’em down
kept sayin’ he gon’ put me on the floor, now the police gotta chalk him down
i don’t be givin’ no money out
where they gon’ be when i’m all the way down?
sh+t gon’ be high, n+gga smokin’ your blunt
i’m never bringin’ my homie down
if i find me a money move, i’m never leavin’ my homie out
they ain’t used to f+ck with the kid back then, now everybody claimin’ they know me now
[chorus: hurricane wisdom]
ayy, if i get the ball, then i ain’t passin’
lil’ sis come through scorin’ baskets
am i high? b+tch, what is you askin’?
ayy, your b+tch good, but my b+tch badder
you shoot fast, but my sh+t faster
yeah, i’m in the stu’ with a big+ass 10 on me right now like sh+t don’t matter
see me at home, know it’s gon’ get quiet, on god, i don’t like chatter
i say, “bro, leave them hoes alone, on god, that b+tch gon’ tattle”
if sh+t go left, this b+tch go backwards
oh, you j. cole? quit that actin’
say, would i diss a n+gga ticket, oh, on god, i don’t need that traction

[outro: raq baby]
yeah, free my 6
shout out my spot
talkin’ ’bout the whole f+ckin’ chat
brrt

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