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raq baby - lemonade lyrics

[intro]
(how the f+ck you say your name, twin?)
ayy, raq
bring your lil’ short ass outside, n+gga
if i catch up with your ass, n+gga, i know somethin’, n+gga
tryna stretch your short ass, b+tch
pop out, n+gga (roll another one, joshh)
get high, huh

[chorus]
who want smoke, f+ck n+gga? let’s run it
i smoke sh+t, please don’t mention my name in no beef, just wanna get money, huh
every last n+gga who dissed my brother is dead, so please stop frontin’
my brother them trippin’, tryna take off a n+gga head, just let off a hundred
showed her a fifty and left all the dubs at home, just all blue money
them boys ain’t slidin’, they funny, took your gun, you ain’t do nothin’, huh
just gon’ clutch, ain’t pop sh+t with that gun, you ain’t prove nothin’, huh
last time we came through, lеt off drac’, you ain’t shoot nothin’

[verse]
the opps be broke and stuck up
my ho said don’t spin for thе block, i told her shut the f+ck up
don’t ask me why we spin on opps, just know them p+ssies f+cked up
guess another b+tch had to put her down, never told her that i f+cked her
just bust her, i do not love her
i’m the bl!ck man, better come get a gen with your lil’ b+tch ass
i tote sh+t that’ll knock a big n+gga down, boy, f+ck your six+pack
pick a ho up from the block, if she don’t wanna f+ck, that ho get sent back
six n+ggas died in one year, get off my d+ck and get some get+back
didn’t buy the gucci, just bought some j’s, died bein’ a goofy tryna cop a fade
opp know he dyin’ when he get out, been on they block for days
know some opps died on that block for tryna cop a drac’
do not behave, bound to get shot, you cannot block the wave
get out my face, drac’ run him down, you can’t get in my way
ho, stay in your place, just suck my d+ck and get out my face
can’t fix his mouth to say we hidin’, been on the block all day
opps be broke as f+ck, just sittin’ on the block and smoke on rock all day
think he safe ’cause he in them ‘partments, come through that b+tch and shoot up hallways
got the drop to his g+ma spot, young crew shoot it up all day
know some hoes from the block, they can’t run up no money, but f+ck on the bros all day
can’t stand them n+ggas ain’t gettin’ no chicken, wanna f+ck on hoes all day
can’t wait for who? b+tch, i ain’t goin’, don’t wanna f+ck if they ain’t foreign
these hoes are tricky, already f+cked my brother b+tch, but i ain’t know it
scored a bucket, thirteen on my left wrist like james harden
we gettin’ too much money, we sip on lemonade, it ain’t orange
[chorus]
who want smoke, f+ck n+gga? let’s run it
i smoke sh+t, please don’t mention my name in no beef, just wanna get money, huh
every last n+gga who dissed my brother is dead, so please stop frontin’
my brother them trippin’, tryna take off a n+gga head, just let off a hundred
showed her a fifty and left all the dubs at home, just all blue money
them boys ain’t slidin’, they funny, took your gun, you ain’t do nothin’, huh
just gon’ clutch, ain’t pop sh+t with that gun, you ain’t prove nothin’, huh
last time we came through, let off drac’, you ain’t shoot nothin’

- raq baby lyrics

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