lirik lagu raymula (ff) - no hesitation
[verse 1: freshy dageneral]
brodie gon’ up, brodie gon’ blast it
know we keep guns, know we keep ratchets
we got plenty ones, plenty ones
she came with her friend they all bad b~tches
so i’m tryna get me one, get me one
now her man in the spot, i tell her go get him
now this gon’ go bad for any n~gga with him
told brodie to go do and do what he did
got [?] the high, drop the lo’ we gon’ spin it
ooters gonna slide with them [?], start geekin’
hit him on a tuesday then party on the weekend
got ro on court tryna ball like it’s [?]
talk on the guys we don’t carе what they speakin’
but one thing i know thеy better be on they defense
last n~gga talkin’ that sh~t he done died
i’m just tryna show we don’t play with them guys
[chorus: raymula]
brodie gonna up it, cl!ck it, blast it
up it, cl!ck it, blast it
brodie a what? brodie a savage
like 21, 21
know we got plenty guns, plenty guns
i up this b~tch and i bet he run
take off, no migos
thot b~tch wanna drink casamigos
opp b~tch and she givin’ me deepthroat
like, when you’re done, babygirl, gotta go
wanna stay then you gotta do bro
we do pop ups if they send the lo’
glock tucked everywhere that i go
stay with jackie like that b~tch my arm
so much opps i don’t know who to spark
tell my young n~ggas shoot up the park
diss on gang and i swear it get dark
[verse 2: raymula]
black rain but i wanna see red
don’t come back until somebody dead
smokin~, he got hit in the head
my opps broke, they ain’t gettin’ no bread
like, how you don’t got no bready?
boy, go open a chevy or welly
bristol beach we don’t party in telly’s
f~cked her friends i got both of them jelly
think [?] b~tches be [?] for free
once i f~ck then i pass her to v
we do walk ups don’t cap out the v
opps ain’t outside clap whoever we see
on the g
mula curry i’m shootin’ from 3
reverse the whip put the glock on repeat, let it beat
shots beatin’
shordy blowin’ my high [?]
lil b~tch, i’m a dawg, i’m a demon
want my kids better swallow my s~m~n
slide on my opps and get even
it’s that season
bro up the chop start squeezin’
bro up the chop he gon’ leave him, gang
bro up the chop he gon’ leave him, like
[chorus]
up it, cl!ck it, blast it
brodie a what? brodie a savage
like 21, 21
know we got plenty guns, plenty guns
i up this b~tch and i bet he run
take off, no migos
thot b~tch wanna drink casamigos
opp b~tch and she givin’ me deepthroat
like, when you’re done, babygirl, gotta go
wanna stay then you gotta do bro
we do pop ups if they send the lo’
glock tucked everywhere that i go
stay with jackie like that b~tch my arm
so much opps i don’t know who to spark
tell my young n~ggas shoot up the park
diss on gang and i swear it get dark
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