lirik lagu raq baby - who is carly
[intro]
you got a fast car
i want a ticket to anywhere
maybe we make a deal
maybe together we can get somewhere
any place is better
starting from zero, got nothing to lose
maybe we’ll make somethin’
me, myself, i got nothing to prove
[chorus]
huh, huh
lot a sh~t changed not the same n~gga
rap n~ggas tryna be in competition i stay in my lane, i dont raise n~ggas
can’t learn a thing for something they make believe, can’t f~ck with the fake n~ggas
i can’t even sleep, my mission be all in my dreams’ keep dreaming i chase n~ggas
huh, like who is carly?
why you recording me?
b~tch get off me, you annoying, huh
been told you stop’ still throwing it
been fold i still keep goin
f~cked off on ya man he ain knowing it, huh
take the chop from his ass he ain blowin it
rookies don’t get respect from the field n~gga
some sh~t don’t make you a real n~gga
[verse]
he ain really fam’ be we got blood ties cus’ i k!ll with em
we ain’t even really got time for a n~gga tryna play both sides, get spotted we deal’ wit em
if they play all i know is go k!ll’ n~ggas
see a fake loose screw’ gonna go drill n~ggas
it’s been h~lla sh~t threw out the week ion know if i wanna go lean or go pill’ n~gga
got charges can’t get certain jobs, she want some take~out go rob or go k!ll n~gga
label talm’ bout half a mil
if the paper work right then i’m signing that deal’ n~gga
better get out the field, nah for real
if you don’t you gon’ get k!lled
huh, i ain’t duckin no smoke but i wanna see better sh~t i’m tryna live
gotta car and a big ass crib, right next to his bm live
n~gga steady bitin on my b~tch don’t be mad when you see me in ya bm crib
bad young n~gga use to hit up crip
stay in the country now use to hit up deers
hate me so bad, when i do something good they don’t pick up that cup, tryna hit up’ cheers
[chorus]
huh, like who is carly?
why you recording me?
b~tch get off me, you annoying, huh
been told you stop’ still throwing it
been fold i still keep goin
f~cked off on ya man he ain knowing it, huh
take the chop from his ass he ain blowin it
rookies don’t get respect from the field n~gga
some sh~t don’t make you a real n~gga
[verse 2]
tryna trick me, i ain’t goin for that
p~ssy boy tricks are for kids
on a sl!ck opp’ be on some gay sh~t, why that boy bit’ gotta beard?
african homie got spears
tryna hit solider boy and that p~ssy come here
missin my dawg’ i still talk to em, but i cry when i realize he ain’t here
im on a earth with a [?], what am i pose to do?
huh, i’m number one i am not the two’ doubt me is what not to do
huh, strip that young n~gga from top to shoe lil n~gga we not cha crew
huh, bit’ tryna act like i’m not the truth’ f~ck around and come knock ya boots
on a drill slide with a glock or two
runnin on time got a clock her to
free trick the jail what that block a do
had to show my hood’ just what that flocka do
make a b~tch crazy, fasho what this c~ck would do
12 can’t catch me with drugs i’ma show what sock a do
how you want me to hit it’ she like bone in
them boys gettin money, then we want it
huh, like who is carly?
why you recording me?
b~tch get off me, you annoying, huh
been told you stop’ still throwing it
been fold i still keep goin
f~cked off on ya man he ain knowing it, huh
take the chop from his ass he ain blowin it
rookies don’t get respect from the field n~gga
some sh~t don’t make you a real n~gga
[outro]
you got a fast car
you got a fast car
you got a fast car
you got a fast car
you got a fast car
you got a fast car
you got a fast car
you got a fast car
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