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Artiste:
Raq baby
Titre:
Thing 1 & Thing 2
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Brrt Uh Brrt Run it up, exit the streets, I don't think it's safe for me Went to the top and you left me, brother, thought you was gon' wait for me Ask bro what time he gon' swing that cutter, I never gotta tell him please You'd lose your mind if you see what's been in my dreams Fuck the cops, I ain't pullin' over, go on speed On the drill, we gettin' over, we four-deep I get pape' and more freaks Huh, broke bitch tryna get in my ride, it ain't no more seats, huh Don't wanna fuck, she can go bye-bye, I already had her thing We got thеm Dracs, can have a shootout with them, that lil'-ass magazine I'm playin' lasеr tag with the opps, these niggas run slow, just pass the beam All these lil' hoes goin', who you want? Just grab a green None of this shit be cheap, I'm smokin' 'za, won't pass a thing Thought he had a thousand Percs, I sold a bag of beans I know for that, be hurtin' Whether it's robbin' or it's rappin', just know that I been workin' Just give us everything and we won't hurt you A lot of shit I did wasn't accident, it was on purpose Before we spin, go put up the kid, I promised you I wasn't gon' hurt him See his whip, get flipped like a burger, make sure I shoot him without a Perky See an opp, stand on him, knowin' it's murder I plan to kill when I hang up the jersey Run it up, exit the streets, I don't think it's safe for me Went to the top and you left me, brother, thought you was gon' wait for me Ask bro what time he gon' swing that cutter, I never gotta tell him please You'd lose your mind if you see what's been in my dreams Fuck the cops, I ain't pullin' over, go on speed On the drill, we gettin' over, we four-deep I get pape' and more freaks Huh, broke bitch tryna get in my ride, it ain't no more seats, huh Don't wanna fuck, she can go bye-bye, I already had her thing