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raq baby - outside lyrics

[intro]
gah d+mn bit’ you trippin
uh, uh
ah

[verse: raq baby]
momma say “stay up on that porch, you be with gang members”
we can’t go out bad we smackin sh+t i’m with them same n+ggas
952+0 we ion give a f+ck bout what you claim n+gga
you sent them last shooters, yo last n+gga ‘had lost his brain n+gga
n+ggas know what the f+ck it is when i hop out with 5ive n’ nem
can’t bring no n+ggas up in this party if he ain’t gang we robbin him
got them labels all on my d+ck, they like “he hard, we signing him”
you a p+ssy i heard them n+ggas had took yo gun i can’t be kind to him
said you made me run i always got my gun ‘n+gga why you lyin a him?
b+tch i’m smackin sh+t i’m the reason that his lil b+tch won’t spend no time with him
don’t come around that lazy sh+t, me and my gang b+tch’ we grind in here
can’t be inside the trap if a n+gga scared to do a crimе in here
sending b’s straight to ya door, i should bе a mail man
all that sh+t i said before, i should be a dead man
n+gga i’m tryna up the score, ion give a f+ck what you said man
said he walk passed by the store why the f+ck he still got legs then?
b+tch we outside who the f+ck that said they wanna send it up?
n+gga stop lyin’
can’t see you at the red light, better buck
cause we out slimin’
when i enter to the city, yo chain tucked
n+gga stop cryin’
you p+ssy n+ggas ain’t outside
[verse: ?]
see me, im known for walkin’ sh+t i’ll die before i be paralyzed
2 glocks, 2 scopes to piece me face+to+face just like a pair of eyes
don’t no n+gga want smoke with us’ i told y’all that sh+t several times
how the f+ck you claim you smackin sh+t?, its time to slide’ you never ride
labels calling back+to+back they want the label in the game, b+tch
blade you just came home from prison, how the f+ck you on the same sh+t?
we catch bodies and disposal of the weapon, will use the same stick
and talkin like you stupid quickest way to get yo brain hit
no g.i joe up in this b+tch i got my shoota with a sniper out
she like “blade this p+ssy pressure” but its coo i’m finna pipe her out
behind the wall the smallest n+gga but this play i had my knife around
and let a n+gga try me on panuni i’m go [?]
go apply to la fitness all you p+ssy boys ain’t tough enough
strapped up like a seat belt in this b+tch ‘tell them boys buckle up
throw a diss inside the comments when you post yo dead brudda up
put a condom on my 30. cus’ this glizzy finna f+ck ’em up
fhhh, fhhh, fhhh, fhhh
there they go right there
soon as you see a opp let off yo glock and land some shots in there
hol up’ bro let me know if you want smoke bout that hoe
he want smoke’ he made a post
now his brains all on the floor
fhhh, fhhh, fhhh, fhhh
load up the splat lil bruh
b+tch my name lil top i keep a glock i wanna hat lil boy (hmm, hm)
it’s so hot in here
b+tch i see a opp, pop off his top and then we outta here

- raq baby lyrics

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