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fully charged - rakz lyrics

[verse 1]
one*one dinger, one wap
full of corn for them
i ain’t tryna get one down
im getting all of them
once i put this bally on my face
i won’t talk again
he tried and run hit him in his back
he won’t walk again
for me gyal free it up
for you, you be forcing them
said there is a gyal and thats cap
i heard he stalking them
these man are joke*men
stay at home broke guys
no life, low life
f*ck it man just go die
before the fame
i had these hoes all over me
wanna get to know me
but it costs to get close to me
dont you know who i am?
b*tch im a vip
i teach n*gga’s on the strip
how to be like me
right now i feel like the g*g*g*unit
if we rolling with a wap
know that we*we*we use it
take a look in my eyes and
see i been through it
we set trends
they tryna do it when we do it
ha*ha i kick back and just laugh at them
uptown eating lobster
like some classy men
ever since i ate
there is no way that i’ll starve again
n*ggas playing catch*up
you’re too late, we’re too far from them
[chorus]
designer on my clothes
drippy head to toe
i won’t stay inside
i rather go and get my pole
that’s how we roll
wherever we go
feds are on my case
so im on a d low
designer on my garms
fire in my arms
they would do me dirty
if they ever got the chance
big booty jawn’s
slap it with my palms
everything black
now she think im from the nan

[verse 2]
f*ck a “not guilty”
cos the judge found me guilty, n*gga
she don’t want an average guy
she rather have a filthy n*gga
and that’s a n*gga like me
drippy like im icecream
now we making movies
feeling like im spike lee
he got lucky cos i could’ve went and k!lled this n*gga
he is lucky that back in the day
i used to fill this, n*gga
im a rapper but
im still up in the field my n*gga
i turned tapped
have my broski saying
“chill my n*gga”
cos im a g you heard me
i’ve been getting work, see
i’ve been out from early
getting tracks like burberry
i was on a [ ? ] chilling with a [ ? ]
and her name was linda, she used to give me love
[chorus]
designer on my clothes
drippy head to toe
i won’t stay inside
i rather go and get my pole
that’s how we roll
wherever we go
feds are on my case
so im on a d low
designer on my garms
fire in my arms
they would do me dirty
if they ever got the chance
big booty jawn’s
slap it with my palms
everything black
now she think im from the nan

- rakz lyrics

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