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yrs swerve ft squid nice & smacc nice - 'raf' lyrics

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trapvilla b-tches
(swerve)

oh my god it’s trapvilla
(swervin)

(chorus)

pull up
i got the stick in my coat

with your b-tch
i put the d-ck in her throat

these loddies is choosing
they picking the goat

i’m too wavy
i feel like i’m sick in a boat

you want a pack
i got could get you a quote

give me a stack
i could get you to float

and i got them racks
i could get you some notes

if you want smoke
you could get you some totes

squady
drippin
in
raf- simmons

these n-ggas b-tches
they half women

blunts
got bout a half in em

runts
you feel the raf in em

swervin
had to get the cops off me

wake up
sippin the drop
coffee

-gun c-ck back-
hold up
had to get the opps off

ya b-tch a pop
tell her hop off me

(yrs swerve verse)

yeah
she gave me the top
offer

so i had to get the top off her

pull up and shoot my shot
crawford

you know that your b-tch is a thot
cough her

ugh
d-mn
you kissin the thot

i’m going ham
yeah my wrist in the pot

got the beam on the jawn
i ain’t missing a shot

i call up bro
i see sis in the soot

new b-tch look better
than black china

broke n-ggas rocking
that wack designer

you know that i got the ac
come line up

ain’t got a contact
but i looked like i signed up

(chorus)

pull up
i got the stick in my coat

with your b-tch
i put the d-ck in her throat

the loddies is choosing
they picking the goat

i’m too wavy
i feel like i’m sick in a boat

you want a pack
i got could get you a quote

give me a stack
i could get you to float

and i got them racks
i could get you some notes

if you want smoke
you could get you some totes

squady
drippin
in
raf- simmons

these n-ggas b-tches
they half women

blunts
got bout a half in em

runts
you feel the raf in em

swervin
had to get the cops off me

wake up
sippin the drop
coffee

-gun c-ck back-
hold up
had to get the opps off

ya b-tch a pop
tell her hop off me

($quidnice verse)

d-mn
white b-tches on me like iced coffee

silencer on me i’m k!lling em softly

i got some workers my b-tches be bossy

you not a.i you cannot double cross me

shhhhh
cops coming

still got the glock
that can’t stop nothing

my n-ggas trapping and chop onions

i ain’t even shoot
n-gga stop runnin

yeah
wait
don’t play me

you snitching you singing like
do re mi

hit him with thunder like okc

f-ck that white b-tch like
oh casey

(smacc nice verse)

hold on
h-llo
i’m getting money lil b-tch and that’s word to the dead locs

i gotta choppa
it came with a beam on it
last n-gga ran man his leg broke

i got the drop
y’all n-ggas pop
you not a liq
because you dead broke

i slide on your block
around six o’ clock
word to my mother
you dead smoke

(chorus)

pull up
i got the stick in my coat

with your b-tch
i put the d-ck in her throat

the loddies is choosing
they picking the goat

i’m too wavy
i feel like i’m sick in a boat

you want a pack
i got could get you a quote

give me a stack
i could get you to float

and i got them racks
i could get you some notes

if you want smoke
you could get you some totes

squady
drippin
in
raf- simmons

these n-ggas b-tches
they half women

blunts
got bout a half in em

runts
you feel the raf in em

swervin
had to get the cops off me

wake up
sippin the drop
coffee

-gun c-ck back-
hold up
had to get the opps off

ya b-tch a pop
tell her hop off me



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