RaRa
Right
Yo
Whippin the foreign and skirted I heard it
These niggas be talking like they caught a murder
They ain't got no bodies
These niggas is virgins
Be tough on the net
And then humble in person
I'm not with the RaRa
Nigga I am a dada
And I ain't with nada
And if tu habla
Then I'm busting your Matha
Have you spilling ya salsa
Woah
Had the woman of my dreams
Locked inside a crib
Whole Quarantine
Belly getting bigger
Barely fit her jeans
Life's a game of chess
Treat her like a Queen
Everything ain't what it seems
Meaning what you see is really just the seam
Who's behind the scenes
Pulling niggas strings
Know the RIP'll boost a niggas streams
Blunt blowing in the whip
Hair blowing in the wind
Lord forgive me for my sins
Could've stole a nigga's bitch
Give a fuck who we offend
Here we go again
I'm in this bitch causing terror
My man got the mac
Ima grab my beretta
We slide out the back
Leave you Helen n Keller
That Heckler and Koch
Turn his tee to bruschetta
You dumb deaf or blind
Have them niggas spin ya block and rewind
Blockka blockka that was all on my mind
Now they saying I'm ahead of my time
That's fine whine
I'll get better with time
Silly rabbits doing federal crimes
Biting cheese for that federal time
Wipe your knees and they might let you slide
That or they might let you die
I've been in the trenches
Forty-two top
Remember them fences
Then hit the block
I don't forget faces
Won't make it hot
Just stay in your place
Or get put in a box
Can tell that you're weak SWV
Pull up to your jeep in an SUV
Won't leave no trace for the SVU
Want to see your face when you see me
If I gotta creep then it's TLC
Can't love no bitch that's CLB
Unless she gives me the spits in the GLE
Face card good don't need ID
I was bagging them hoes way before IG
And before I got knocked it was GIB
Til I DI...
Whippin the foreign and skirted I heard it
These niggas be talking like they caught a murder
They ain't got no bodies These niggas is virgins
Be tough on the net and then humble in person
I'm not with the RaRa
Nigga I am a dada
And I ain't with nada
And if tu habla
Then I'm busting your Matha
Have you spilling your salsa
Woah
Yo
Whippin the foreign and skirted I heard it
These niggas be talking like they caught a murder
They ain't got no bodies
These niggas is virgins
Be tough on the net
And then humble in person
I'm not with the RaRa
Nigga I am a dada
And I ain't with nada
And if tu habla
Then I'm busting your Matha
Have you spilling ya salsa
Woah
Had the woman of my dreams
Locked inside a crib
Whole Quarantine
Belly getting bigger
Barely fit her jeans
Life's a game of chess
Treat her like a Queen
Everything ain't what it seems
Meaning what you see is really just the seam
Who's behind the scenes
Pulling niggas strings
Know the RIP'll boost a niggas streams
Blunt blowing in the whip
Hair blowing in the wind
Lord forgive me for my sins
Could've stole a nigga's bitch
Give a fuck who we offend
Here we go again
I'm in this bitch causing terror
My man got the mac
Ima grab my beretta
We slide out the back
Leave you Helen n Keller
That Heckler and Koch
Turn his tee to bruschetta
You dumb deaf or blind
Have them niggas spin ya block and rewind
Blockka blockka that was all on my mind
Now they saying I'm ahead of my time
That's fine whine
I'll get better with time
Silly rabbits doing federal crimes
Biting cheese for that federal time
Wipe your knees and they might let you slide
That or they might let you die
I've been in the trenches
Forty-two top
Remember them fences
Then hit the block
I don't forget faces
Won't make it hot
Just stay in your place
Or get put in a box
Can tell that you're weak SWV
Pull up to your jeep in an SUV
Won't leave no trace for the SVU
Want to see your face when you see me
If I gotta creep then it's TLC
Can't love no bitch that's CLB
Unless she gives me the spits in the GLE
Face card good don't need ID
I was bagging them hoes way before IG
And before I got knocked it was GIB
Til I DI...
Whippin the foreign and skirted I heard it
These niggas be talking like they caught a murder
They ain't got no bodies These niggas is virgins
Be tough on the net and then humble in person
I'm not with the RaRa
Nigga I am a dada
And I ain't with nada
And if tu habla
Then I'm busting your Matha
Have you spilling your salsa
Woah
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