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rpg baby - badda td lyrics

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it’s the kid from the r aunty heather one
i could never be mad at mom

my n*ggas still locked in the federal
i just pray we get better dawg

n*ggas switch up when the cheddar go
i could never be mad at them

this life that i live giving lessons, ohhh
i could never be mad at them

add em up
them hoes we add em up

her and her friend they was bad as sh*t
and after i did, got my man to f*ck

they popping perks, they panties off

got me thinking like where did the xanny go

right now i been thinking bout ecstasy

and the n*gga that talk on the gram he broke
d*mnnn
i can’t stand these hoes

cut off my feet still standing tall

i bet on myself before all the opps

i sat in the trap with a band alone

since they was here
i can’t leave them bands alone

free tajay
devil leave my man’s alone

ask shak
can’t leave my man’s alone

it’s rpg
i feel like we stand alone

free all of my felons, that’s doing that time that sit in the can alone

she got in the car, i knew she was a thot i’m like where did the panty go

i write all these songs, not off adderall
i cannot name sh*t that i’m mad about

she asking me what imma rap about

my mind on this money, and nothing else

f*ck the cells
and f*ck the jails

we been through h*ll
we gon let ‘em know

my homie locked up
gotta let him out

they left when i’m down
but i’m better now

running through hunnids
let’s ten it out

a n*gga like me
i can’t band it out

oh how you feel?
i still pray to god, i just miss my man’s a lot
i wish brodie was here but he ain’t
i just look at his pic on the gram a lot

i hurd i’m the man a lot
why shawty be hitting my landline?

i know i pray to god
so why you gave my dad time?

oh it’s my d*mn time
anywhere that they go, know the gang mine

30 clip it got hang time, and we not the one known to save lives

these n*ggas be talking on instagram, they be sending fake shots

and that’s okay because the bro gon send em face shots…

ice on my neck
but the drac hot

he say that he real
i know that he not

i’m still the lil n*gga that’s good on my block

she just gave me the wipe*down, mean mouth

check a n*gga clip, see what it really be bout

f*ck a new york b*tch, i’m in dc now

we run in for the bag
then you know that we out

tell them n*ggas show some cash
what they really be bout

i got this b*tch she shaking ass
she infront of me now

you know imma dog, so that’s a fact
i make the p*ssy meow

- badda td lyrics

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