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raymula (ff) - no hesitation lyrics

[verse 1: freshy dageneral]
brodie gon’ up, brodie gon’ blast it
know we keep guns, know we keep ratchets
we got plenty ones, plenty ones
she came with her friend they all bad b_tches
so i’m tryna get me one, get me one
now her man in the spot, i tell her go get him
now this gon’ go bad for any n_gga with him
told brodie to go do and do what he did
got [?] the high, drop the lo’ we gon’ spin it
ooters gonna slide with them [?], start geekin’
hit him on a tuesday then party on the weekend
got ro on court tryna ball like it’s [?]
talk on the guys we don’t carе what they speakin’
but one thing i know thеy better be on they defense
last n_gga talkin’ that sh_t he done died
i’m just tryna show we don’t play with them guys

[chorus: raymula]
brodie gonna up it, cl!ck it, blast it
up it, cl!ck it, blast it
brodie a what? brodie a savage
like 21, 21
know we got plenty guns, plenty guns
i up this b_tch and i bet he run
take off, no migos
thot b_tch wanna drink casamigos
opp b_tch and she givin’ me deepthroat
like, when you’re done, babygirl, gotta go
wanna stay then you gotta do bro
we do pop ups if they send the lo’
glock tucked everywhere that i go
stay with jackie like that b_tch my arm
so much opps i don’t know who to spark
tell my young n_ggas shoot up the park
diss on gang and i swear it get dark
[verse 2: raymula]
black rain but i wanna see red
don’t come back until somebody dead
smokin_, he got hit in the head
my opps broke, they ain’t gettin’ no bread
like, how you don’t got no bready?
boy, go open a chevy or welly
bristol beach we don’t party in telly’s
f_cked her friends i got both of them jelly
think [?] b_tches be [?] for free
once i f_ck then i pass her to v
we do walk ups don’t cap out the v
opps ain’t outside clap whoever we see
on the g
mula curry i’m shootin’ from 3
reverse the whip put the glock on repeat, let it beat
shots beatin’
shordy blowin’ my high [?]
lil b_tch, i’m a dawg, i’m a demon
want my kids better swallow my s_m_n
slide on my opps and get even
it’s that season
bro up the chop start squeezin’
bro up the chop he gon’ leave him, gang
bro up the chop he gon’ leave him, like
[chorus]
up it, cl!ck it, blast it
brodie a what? brodie a savage
like 21, 21
know we got plenty guns, plenty guns
i up this b_tch and i bet he run
take off, no migos
thot b_tch wanna drink casamigos
opp b_tch and she givin’ me deepthroat
like, when you’re done, babygirl, gotta go
wanna stay then you gotta do bro
we do pop ups if they send the lo’
glock tucked everywhere that i go
stay with jackie like that b_tch my arm
so much opps i don’t know who to spark
tell my young n_ggas shoot up the park
diss on gang and i swear it get dark

- raymula ff

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