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Raq Baby - 34 Blicks In Miami Lyrics

[Verse]
Movie when we fuck, just keep recordin'
Opps be dissin', ain't gettin' active, man, this beef is borin'
Niggas broke as hell, can't fuck with the kid and they know it
Think I pop my shit enough, yeah, I don't gotta show it
If you got them racks, blow it
What's the point in the holdin' on? When you die, it ain't goin'
Young nigga stay tourin'
Real niggas only, baby, come fuck with the man
Duck from the police in the trap, I'm up a hundred bands
Put the little racks up, bring the bag in
Pull up to the spot in a black truck, you gotta back in
Pretty lil' thick bitch, she finna let me smack it
Be damned if I'ma cuff her, she wasn't for me back then
Miami, yacht full of bad bitches, got thirty-four blicks
If she on this bitch with us, then that ain't your bitch
If your man find out I hit, thеn he gon' go sick
She was tryna throw the pussy at mе, but I didn't want it
He don't really want no smoke, no, he trollin', huh
Leave that broke nigga alone, no, he bogus
Yeah, this bitch a freak, she like her meat bone-in
Got some cold shit for the winter, guess RB snowed in
Huh, uh, know you'll die for what you sayin'
Make us mad, then you'll be unalive, man, we ain't playin'
Amiri jeans with fifty bands
Bro tweakin', ridin' with six pints of lean and fifty Xans
I caught an opp, left a nigga on the scene and hit my dance
Hella bad bitches, hard to keep my penis in my pants
Take your bitch and fly away, yeah, I'm the Peter with the Pan
Act crazy, but I'm smart, yeah, I'm the demon with the plan
Opps be doin' dumb shit, tryna rob the pizza man
Like why the fuck you playin'?
Talkin' shit, but ain't got get-back for who bust your mans
Can't fuck with peons
Somethin' like a metal bed, wouldn't feel right if we sleep on
Some bad shit in my bed
Let's play a game and if you lose, you gotta give me head
Can't show 'em what I'm doin', leave 'em clueless, they gon' call the feds, huh
If you ever got away, just know that we on ass
No trouble with AC, they know this heat gon' blast
Huh, no nigga get a bypass
Get nothin' but a casket, keep talkin' 'bout he on my ass
Can't be mad, this city small, I fucked your bitch, my bad
If you got opps, just get some payment, Glock'll give you my last
When it's time to fuck up the street, I'm just gon' call up DB
Young Crew ain't duckin' shit, them niggas all on DT
Finna get in traffic, but we ain't goin' far, though
Stay on the money scheme, do you got Wells Fargo?
I never got my license, I can teach you how to park, though
Never thought I would make it, seen my name's all on the chart, though
Tender about a bitch and you be cheatin', shit flaw
Had to tell her, "Stop screamin', you gon' make my dick soft"
Think he finna make a play, he gon' get picked off
And I'm the big dog
Rollie too cold, it's stuck to me, can't take my wrist off
How you gangster, but you duckin'? You a bitch, dog
You niggas puppies, can't do nothin' with no pit, dog
Yeah, I said Rollie too cold, can't even take my wrist off
I don't care what he paid, I just spent more, that chicken ain't shit, dog
Tried to cool it, but these niggas got me pissed off
Bitch think she own me, if she could, she'd take my dick off
Huh, keep that