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raw drank freestyle - babykoda lyrics

[intro]
welcome back blake

[verse]
my brother know i’m done with [?]
until he said “them shoes was made to skate,” i can’t be seen with these
and [?] said these n*ggas meant to hate, so now i hang with g’s
my momma said i need go make some pape, so now i’m slangin’ p’s
my pops, since i depend, i’m independent, takin’ what i need
i been sippin’ drank raw
they told me stop cause that ain’t listerine
could knock ya dreads off
could have him lookin’ like he mr.clean
another day without a couple mill
it’s been some days, when i ain’t even had a couple meals
i’ve been on drugs, cause ion even really wanna feel
i’m hangin’ up on labels, ion really want a deal
said, “f*ck it” and hop in a few
b*tch i’m moving dolo, i be on my p’s and q’s
can’t be f*cking a long thot b*tch, i can’t be seen witchu
if i find out you f*cked a lame n*gga, i’m probably leaving you
i just wan’t love and money, i can’t even choose between the two
you b*tches burnt out and turnt out
b*tch you ain’t famous, you just that one hoe we all heard about
you b*tches lame as f*ck, ain’t even nothing ya’ll can learn about
don’t say bro name, cause that’s the type of sh*t that we gon’ murk about
still keep my glizzy tucked
me and my blunt inside my studio, how i get lit as f*ck
these n*ggas slimin’ out they mans, i’m watching n*ggas b*tches f*ck
imma keep rhyming on these beats until a n*gga rich as f*ck
we from the land where sh*t get grimey, that’s why we got bl!ck with us
been getting money since the 7th grade
my brother told me, “never stop this sh*t until the checks is made”
my brother put me on, the only time i’ve been in second place
said she gon’ let me f*ck, i told her, “take me to the second place”
i coulda hit that yesterday
brodie pourin’ eights in canned sodas
[?] stopped me in that track, if you don’t move, get ran ova
p*ssy boy ain’t in the range, you in a f*cking land rover
how the f*ck you getting high, and you gon’ leave your man sober? it ain’t addin’ up
made like 30k off rap sh*t, i could add it up
b*tch it’s twenty*thousand for a feature, yeah i’m taxin’, huh
ballin’ wit my blood and we could still get this sh*t crackin’, huh
ion f*ck with hoes, but i know my b*tch gon’ be bad as f*ck
left the house without my .30 clip, but we still stab you up
b*tch i go to war without my brother, prolly maskin’ up
coolin’ wit a lil thick thot, i might tap it up
need a 100 onna wrist watch, presidential bust
askin’, why she take her clothes off?
ion wanna f*ck
sorry if i gave you the wrong message, baby suck me up
i’ve been sippin’ lean again, i know this sh*t gon’ f*ck me up
i’ve been livin’ dreams again, i know i gotta run it up

- babykoda lyrics

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