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automatic part two - raq baby lyrics

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[intro: raq baby]
d*ck ridin’, n*gga
whole city d*ck ridin’, n*gga, y’all n*ggas get off these n*ggas’ d*cks
f*ck wrong with y’all?
(fire this b*tch up, hulk, gang)

[verse 1: raq baby]
sh*t been gettin’ too wicked, can’t trust my old friends (can’t trust my old friends)
don’t book me for your b*tch*ass party, can’t bring my pole in
pick the bros up all the time, these cars ain’t mine, these b*tches stolen (these b*tches ain’t mine)
can be my b*tch, but ain’t sh*t free, gotta suck my d*ck just for a sew*in
old homie dissed me in a song, what the f*ck i did to you? (what i did to you?)
when i heard about it, i prayed to god this sh*t ain’t true (that sh*t had hurt me, n*gga)
switched up on me for them b*tch*ass guys, that sh*t ain’t you
tryna paint a picture like i’ll slime my partnеr out, that sh*t ain’t true (that sh*t is cap)
i don’t even know this p*ssy n*gga and hе dissin’, you can’t take back what you said (what you doin’, n*gga?)
just don’t try to bring up my name ‘fore you end up dead, huh
opp hoes tryna kick it, i told that b*tch i ain’t got no leg
if i see your ass on a bike, i’ma knock your b*tch ass off them pegs (lil’ dumb*ass n*gga)
got these n*ggas scared, i see they cliquin’ up, these n*ggas b*tchin’ up
wherever you see me, don’t ever think i’m lackin’, i got my semi tucked (got my semi tucked)
better not see that car at no red light, i bet i fill it up (yeah)
who want war? let’s send it up, n*gga, don’t record, you see me bust
i don’t talk to the b*tch that work at the club no more, got tired of her shakin’ her b*tt (no, no)
can’t go to the trap with my bro, spend a dub no more, ain’t too many people i trust
not too many can see me, gotta walk with a ski mask on, it be too many n*ggas i bust (too many n*ggas i bust)
ain’t no regular pop, ain’t none of these b*tches clean, i poured a lil’ dirt in my crush (lil’ dirt)
i had got my sh*t together, now me and my b*tch ain’t goin’ at it, huh (my b*tch ain’t goin’ at it)
made that post and then he died (rraow), switch had him gaspin’, huh
give a f*ck ’bout a baby wipe, when we catch him, he gon’ need a napkin
whacked his daddy, he the pastor, goin’ to h*ll with h*lla laughter
when i spin, can’t even drop the drac’, you can call me a sticky papper
ain’t shootin’ no legs, we tryna make sure your b*tch ass dead, real fifty tackle
said i’ma bust you, then i leave, lil’ b*tch, don’t get in your feelings after
she wonderin’ why i ain’t choose her out her friends, ’cause i had hit it faster
[verse 2: hunxho]
mm, they want peace, but we want war
when it got hard, i ain’t walk, would steal a car
this b*tch throat so godd*mn deep, when i go in, i feel her heart
i know i rap and my sh*t streamin’, but i’ll still go spin a block
i ain’t gotta have no demons, sh*t, i’m in this supercharger
like where you at, baby?
switch all on my glock, it’s automatic now like raq baby
n*ggas told and they be raisin’ hoes, your son a rat, baby
you ain’t throwed, i go insane asylum, a n*gga act crazy
back door
a n*gga diss me, spin his block inside this black truck
lil’ n*gga, miss me with that sh*t, i’ll get you wrapped up, on god
they ain’t really hard, them n*ggas act tough, on god

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