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raq baby - who is carly كلمات أغنية

[intro]
you got a fast car
i want a ticket to anywhere
maybe we make a deal
maybe together we can get somewhere
any place is better
starting from zero, got nothing to lose
maybe we’ll make somethin’
me, myself, i got nothing to prove

[chorus]
huh, huh
lot a sh_t changed not the same n_gga
rap n_ggas tryna be in competition i stay in my lane, i dont raise n_ggas
can’t learn a thing for something they make believe, can’t f_ck with the fake n_ggas
i can’t even sleep, my mission be all in my dreams’ keep dreaming i chase n_ggas
huh, like who is carly?
why you recording me?
b_tch get off me, you annoying, huh
been told you stop’ still throwing it
been fold i still keep goin
f_cked off on ya man he ain knowing it, huh
take the chop from his ass he ain blowin it
rookies don’t get respect from the field n_gga
some sh_t don’t make you a real n_gga
[verse]
he ain really fam’ be we got blood ties cus’ i k!ll with em
we ain’t even really got time for a n_gga tryna play both sides, get spotted we deal’ wit em
if they play all i know is go k!ll’ n_ggas
see a fake loose screw’ gonna go drill n_ggas
it’s been h_lla sh_t threw out the week ion know if i wanna go lean or go pill’ n_gga
got charges can’t get certain jobs, she want some take_out go rob or go k!ll n_gga
label talm’ bout half a mil
if the paper work right then i’m signing that deal’ n_gga
better get out the field, nah for real
if you don’t you gon’ get k!lled
huh, i ain’t duckin no smoke but i wanna see better sh_t i’m tryna live
gotta car and a big ass crib, right next to his bm live
n_gga steady bitin on my b_tch don’t be mad when you see me in ya bm crib
bad young n_gga use to hit up crip
stay in the country now use to hit up deers
hate me so bad, when i do something good they don’t pick up that cup, tryna hit up’ cheers

[chorus]
huh, like who is carly?
why you recording me?
b_tch get off me, you annoying, huh
been told you stop’ still throwing it
been fold i still keep goin
f_cked off on ya man he ain knowing it, huh
take the chop from his ass he ain blowin it
rookies don’t get respect from the field n_gga
some sh_t don’t make you a real n_gga
[verse 2]
tryna trick me, i ain’t goin for that
p_ssy boy tricks are for kids
on a sl!ck opp’ be on some gay sh_t, why that boy bit’ gotta beard?
african homie got spears
tryna hit solider boy and that p_ssy come here
missin my dawg’ i still talk to em, but i cry when i realize he ain’t here
im on a earth with a [?], what am i pose to do?
huh, i’m number one i am not the two’ doubt me is what not to do
huh, strip that young n_gga from top to shoe lil n_gga we not cha crew
huh, bit’ tryna act like i’m not the truth’ f_ck around and come knock ya boots
on a drill slide with a glock or two
runnin on time got a clock her to
free trick the jail what that block a do
had to show my hood’ just what that flocka do
make a b_tch crazy, fasho what this c_ck would do
12 can’t catch me with drugs i’ma show what sock a do
how you want me to hit it’ she like bone in
them boys gettin money, then we want it

huh, like who is carly?
why you recording me?
b_tch get off me, you annoying, huh
been told you stop’ still throwing it
been fold i still keep goin
f_cked off on ya man he ain knowing it, huh
take the chop from his ass he ain blowin it
rookies don’t get respect from the field n_gga
some sh_t don’t make you a real n_gga
[outro]
you got a fast car
you got a fast car
you got a fast car
you got a fast car
you got a fast car
you got a fast car
you got a fast car
you got a fast car

- raq baby

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