More songs by Raq baby
Description
Main Artist: Raq baby
Producer: Traiqo
Producer: Bkwds
Composer Lyricist: Brian Bedford
Composer Lyricist: Vershumn Smothers III
Composer Lyricist: Marc Sharp
Composer Lyricist: Paul Kintzing
Lyrics and translation
Original
What it's
Hey, what a motherfuckin sweet
Can't keep my dick up in my pants I get too late tonight
I might just fuck a bad bitch I might go fuck on total
Called your bro to pull up, we gon' park a tour
Remember, he's grand out and sneak bleak in my lap a tour
My baby don't get comfortable, this shit for me ain't nothing for you
I'm not going out to lunch with you, you can hit a lunch with
On rich, I can't catch TV, fuck, I look like punch to you
No, he don't like me
We don't talk the Glock for nothing, I swear we won't do no fight
And all our dogs get out of my mouth, you just wanna do it like 90
No man can take my spot, and if you do, I figured out
You couldn't do it, bitch get out, yeah you blew it
Knew the plot, them bitches get your draw
Never hesitate, the bloke call me Arbeez, he spray the glove
He park that side, won't make it out
Hunt y ain no safer route Come through the layup nigga
Down Niggas this I chase around Hit one time you hit a
Plow I can get put on ground Back to my bro for that
Bitch shit He set up by the mouth He out of shit pure piano
Super body shit, get down
Nigga think he tough, better know how high my body is
Bitch, proud
The rhymes out on Star Time, you know that cut
I keep my dick up in my pants, I get too lit tonight
I might just fuck a bad bitch
I might go fuck him too
Call your bro to pull up
We gon' park him too
Remember, he's going out and sneak bleed in my locker too
My way don't get comfortable, this shit for me ain't nothing for you
I'm not going out to learn to, you can't even learn to
I'm rich, I can't catch TV, fuck, I look like pun to you
Bitch, you gon' die
Yeah, nigga know what the fuck going on with us
Y'all gonna keep duckin' and shit, I'm tellin' you
Cause ain't nobody say bitch ass can't come outside
I'm gonna go keep going
This shit for me ain't nothin' for you
I'm not goin' out to lunch
You ain't in the lunch, you move
I'm rich, I can't get the TV
Fuck, I look like a person
Bruh, shut the fuck up
English translation
What it's
Hey, what a motherfuckin sweet
Can't keep my dick up in my pants I get too late tonight
I might just fuck a bad bitch I might go fuck on total
Called your bro to pull up, we gon' park a tour
Remember, he's grand out and sneak bleak in my lap a tour
My baby don't get comfortable, this shit for me ain't nothing for you
I'm not going out to lunch with you, you can hit a lunch with
On rich, I can't catch TV, fuck, I look like punch to you
No, he don't like me
We don't talk the Glock for nothing, I swear we won't do no fight
And all our dogs get out of my mouth, you just wanna do it like 90
No man can take my spot, and if you do, I figured out
You couldn't do it, bitch get out, yeah you blew it
Knew the plot, them bitches get your draw
Never hesitate, the bloke call me Arbeez, he spray the glove
He park that side, won't make it out
Hunt y ain no safer route Come through the layup nigga
Down Niggas this I chase around Hit one time you hit a
Plow I can get put on ground Back to my bro for that
Bitch shit He set up by the mouth He out of shit pure piano
Super body shit, get down
Nigga think he tough, better know how high my body is
Bitch, proud
The rhymes out on Star Time, you know that cut
I keep my dick up in my pants, I get too lit tonight
I might just fuck a bad bitch
I might go fuck him too
Call your bro to pull up
We gon' park him too
Remember, he's going out and sneak bleed in my locker too
My way don't get comfortable, this shit for me ain't nothing for you
I'm not going out to learn to, you can't even learn to
I'm rich, I can't catch TV, fuck, I look like pun to you
Bitch, you gon' die
Yeah, nigga know what the fuck going on with us
Y'all gonna keep duckin' and shit, I'm tellin' you
Cause ain't nobody say bitch ass can't come outside
I'm gonna go keep going
This shit for me ain't nothin' for you
I'm not goin' out to lunch
You ain't in the lunch, you move
I'm rich, I can't get the TV
Fuck, I look like a person
Bruh, shut the fuck up