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Raq Baby - Real Street Gangsta Lyrics

[Intro]
Frrt, frrt, frrt-frrt-frrt-frrt, all you hear
Opp boy died on Live, they in the comments like, "Nigga, are you there?"
Know damn well we don't fuck with you, they like, "Nigga, why are you here?"
Give it up, make sure it's all there
Hit the block, we left 'em all there
Beat a nigga head in, uh
Beat a nigga head in, real street gangster, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
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[Chorus]
Beat a nigga head in, real street gangster (Uh)
Bitch, we was born to kill, can't no fuckin' money change us
Plenty bitches out here, can't no one bitch make me chase it
If this bitch say one more thing about my brother, I might face her
Yeah, damn, what the fuck is goin' on? Huh
Walk in the party, see nothin' but bitches dancin' to my song
If I see the lil' bitch lookin', best believe she goin' home
This ain't Instagram, dance on my dick like you dancin' in them thongs

[Verse 1]
Stop fuckin' with fuckboys, pop that pussy for a real nigga
Lit on IG and real life, nigga, come see just how we live, nigga
Love to drop them shells
If I pull a murder one know, soon, I'm gonna be in hell
Type to send shots at the cops 'cause I ain't goin' back to jail
Frrt, frrt, frrt-frrt-frrt-frrt, all you hear
Opp boy died on Live, they in the comments like, "Nigga, are you there?"
Know damn well we don't fuck with you, they like, "Nigga, why are you here?"
Give it up, make sure it's all there
Hit the block, we left 'em all there
[Chorus]
Beat a nigga head in, real street gangster (Uh)
Bitch, we was born to kill, can't no fuckin' money change us
Plenty bitches out here, can't no one bitch make me chase it
If this bitch say one more thing about my brother, I might face her
Yeah, damn, what the fuck is goin' on? Huh
Walk in the party, see nothin' but bitches dancin' to my song
If I see the lil' bitch lookin', best believe she goin' home
This ain't Instagram, dance on my dick like you dancin' in them thongs

[Verse 2]
Stop playin', baby, fuck with a boss nigga, I'm the man, baby
Spend some chicken on you, after that, I do my chicken dance, baby
Bitch, suck this dick, we all know you go crazy, you ain't no damn lady
"I need a few hundred to get my hair did," and I'm like, "Damn, baby"
What you tellin' me for? I ain't payin' for it
You worried 'bout the wrong shit, need to go pay what you owe to the landlord, huh
Pop a racist in his shit, nigga, I ain't no damn boy
Opp see me, tryna record, nigga get popped if he drop that cam, boy
Yeah, yeah, one, two
Yeah, we smacked your partner, nigga, what you gonna do?
She think I don't know she doin' dick, she must think I'm a fuckin' fool
Slap this bitch, hey, where my tool?
Got the same opps, but I got my gun if they come, I don't know 'bout you

[Chorus]
Beat a nigga head in, real street gangster (Uh)
Bitch, we was born to kill, can't no fuckin' money change us
Plenty bitches out here, can't no one bitch make me chase it
If this bitch say one more thing about my brother, I might face her
Yeah, damn, what the fuck is goin' on? Huh
Walk in the party, see nothin' but bitches dancin' to my song
If I see the lil' bitch lookin', best believe she goin' home
This ain't Instagram, dance on my dick like you dancin' in them thongs