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• Artiste: Raq baby
• Titre: 2 Man With A Frenchie
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(Four3va) (You know Zaid produced this shit) Huh, hop out whip, I'm drippin' crazy, wonder how you feelin', baby Got on brand-new styles evaded, now you wanna call me, baby She like what friend I wanna fuck? I'm gon' fuck all them, baby Huh, you wanna fuck anyway, don't know why you stallin', baby Leave that nigga, he told you no, baby, you can get anything Got some fine shit, she locked up, can't wait 'til you get out of prison, baby Sometimes I be on some killer things Gotta let me cheat a thousand times 'fore you get a wedding ring Opps be tellin' the hoes a thousand lies, I don't believe anything Ain't nobody ever blew me down, why you tell it to them stains? Havin' convo with a bitch who ain't good for nothin' but givin' brain Couldn't find the AC button, got mad, shot out the ceiling fan Uh, get too mad, it's pourin' down, nigga, I'm the spillin' man I go on two-mans with my Frenchie dog, they love lil' Spilly, man Still got love for my baby Tunechi dog, but she too shitty, man They thought I wouldn't be nothin', look at me now, I know you shittin', huh We know your car, get your whip painted Jump in the street, don't lack without no gun, it get dangerous Young niggas on that, can't walk without a gun, I swear I'm gettin' famous Patient, but almost tired of waitin' For you, I'm chasin', I'm almost tired of skatin' You look great and you was goin', I ain't even say shit, back to the basics And it's crazy, the bitch I had when I was scrapin' finna have my baby No play shit, play with mines and we gon' spank shit back to the '80s I can tell they finna let Threat B come home, this shit kinda crazy I'm with lil' 80, give a fuck about probation, pourin' a pint of Quagen Huh, hop out whip, I'm drippin' crazy, wonder how you feelin', baby Got on brand-new styles evaded, now you wanna call me, baby She like what friend I wanna fuck? I'm gon' fuck all them, baby Huh, you wanna fuck anyway, don't know why you stallin', baby Leave that nigga, he told you no, baby, you can get anything Got some fine shit, she locked up, can't wait 'til you get out of prison, baby Sometimes I be on some killer things Gotta let me cheat a thousand times 'fore you get a wedding ring