lirik lagu raq baby - fruity pebbles
[intro]
(what they talkin’ ’bout, traiqo?)
[chorus]
i got me a newer bezel, i got pape’, i’m doin’ better
only exotic sh~t, big~ass blunt, it taste like fruity pebbles
say you gon’ rob me, you ain’t do it never, look at my knot, big block of cheddar
i don’t want no lil’~boy sh~t, known to get off, i’m ridin’ with a glock or better
big~ass racks, my jeans tight, this street sh~t ain’t what it seem like
n~gga, ain’t no structure, we’ll come whack your ass, we don’t need no green light
tell them folks how you crossed me up and you was ‘posed to be on my team, right?
need to free mon, a lotta sh~t goin’ on, this sh~t don’t seem right
[verse]
live so fast, i swear these percs be on my ass
i don’t give a f~ck ’bout your attitude, still suck my d~ck whеn she get mad
saw me in a forеign with another b~tch, start tweakin’ out, try to break the glass
i’ma chop his f~ckin’ fingers off if i see that n~gga go in my stash, huh
she tryna leave the club with me, i don’t even know the b~tch
try to stay humble with my racks, i got them b~tches, but they don’t notice it
i had wrecked the stolen scat, so i ain’t even give no f~ck when they totaled it
and my main ho don’t want for nothin’, i swear to god, i got a loaded b~tch
want war with us like suicide, better pick your side, it’s do or die
i ain’t gotta come spin on your block at night, lil’ n~gga, i’ll do it now
left me for a lame, i got that pape’, she wonderin’ what i’m doin’ now
better not clutch that gun, i’ma bust your ass, give a f~ck if you do it now
for the sack, i’ll go in for the tackle, please be safe, i ride with smackers
thought i told these n~ggas before, i’m a real~deal glizzy clapper
your b~tch keep rubbin’ up on my chain, please get her back before i smack her
i know that wasn’t y’all up on that drill, y’all n~ggas some real cappers
spint they sh~t, they like, “who that was?” i ain’t gon’ stop ’til we drew some blood
opp n~gga told me he ain’t never seen a drac’, wanna know what the f~ck it does
n~gga know what’s up, i walk in by myself with a fifty in the club
count up a hundred with mom dukes, i don’t need no b~tch to show me love
been in the field too long, it’s time to get rich, i feel my time’s up
say you gon’ spin my spot, i’m all on the top of that b~tch, got ’em lined up
she said, “you ain’t never have time for anything, what you got time for?”
whenever you ask, i give you anything, so what you lyin’ for?
[chorus]
i got me a newer bezel, i got pape’, i’m doin’ better
only exotic sh~t, big~ass blunt, it taste like fruity pebbles
say you gon’ rob me, you ain’t do it never, look at my knot, big block of cheddar
i don’t want no lil’~boy sh~t, known to get off, i’m ridin’ with a glock or better
big~ass racks, my jeans tight, this street sh~t ain’t what it seem like
n~gga, ain’t no structure, we’ll come whack your ass, we don’t need no green light
tell them folks how you crossed me up and you was ‘posed to be on my team, right?
need to free mon, a lotta sh~t goin’ on, this sh~t don’t seem right
[outro]
live so fast, i swear these percs be on my ass
i don’t give a f~ck ’bout your attitude, still suck my d~ck when she get mad
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