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collect calls - raq baby lyrics

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[intro]
this is a prepaid collect call from
yo, man, what the f*ck happenin’, man?
3 up in this, man
biggest on the way soon, man
free the gang, we the gang, man, whole lotta dump street sh*t
stop playin’, n*gga

[chorus]
free the bros, f*ck the judge, they the opp until they free my dog
if n0body wanna talk, you know i’ll call
all my real bros locked up, it is not y’all
let’s set this sh*t straight
do no cliquin’ up, the quickest way to get snaked
can’t catch another case, i throw my glizzy on a chase
i’m on my second one, i catch a third, i’m gettin’ baked
gotta do the whole eight

[verse 1]
huh, d*mn, that sh*t f*cked up
gotta pay the lawyer, gotta run the bucks up
mama told me don’t do it, come back like, “i f*cked up”
i don’t even trust my other blood, n*gga, i only trust her
she got that pistol, she gon’ bust hers
buy a big*ass chain, i’ma vvs flush her
she got some diamond rings, hold it up, baby, bust ’em
mama told me not to love these b*tches, only l*st them
b*tch can’t be my baby mama, but i wanna f*ck them
my b*tch got me behind bars, so you can’t cuff him
lil’ n*gga think he a bug, so we stomped him
you would think we drug dealers from the ’90s the way we trunked him
shot an opp, i don’t f*ck with n*ggas, had to donald trump him
[chorus]
free the bros, f*ck the judge, they the opp until they free my dog
if n0body wanna talk, you know i’ll call
all my real bros locked up, it is not y’all
let’s set this sh*t straight
do no cliquin’ up, the quickest way to get snaked
can’t catch another case, i throw my glizzy on a chase
i’m on my second one, i catch a third, i’m gettin’ baked
gotta do the whole eight

[verse 2]
tired of b*tch*ass n*ggas talkin’, they ain’t makin’ nothin’ shake
think he finna ride classic, come through, shoot the whole wraith
ain’t made a buck, just f*ckin’ on that stanky ho all day
opps be in the ‘partments, put the bomb in the hallway
n*gga, we ain’t hidin’, we just bendin’ cars all day
put him in the sky, he can see the stars all day, huh
artists, they be clappin’, shootin’ star all day
girl, i’m bangin’ b, baby, with the double*r all day
bae, on some real right sh*t, huh
show no sympathy, we got shots for the dyk* b*tch, huh
see an opp, k!ll everybody on some psych sh*t
done took a lot of n*ggas down, ain’t takin’ my sh*t
would you shoot a girl? i might, b*tch

[chorus]
free the bros, f*ck the judge, they the opp until they free my dog
if n0body wanna talk, you know i’ll call
all my real bros locked up, it is not y’all
let’s set this sh*t straight
do no cliquin’ up, the quickest way to get snaked
can’t catch another case, i throw my glizzy on a chase
i’m on my second one, i catch a third, i’m gettin’ baked
gotta do the whole eight

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