30 Days Lyrics – Raq Baby

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[Chorus]
I been pouring drank for 30 days straight
This s*it getting nostalgic, see my old place
I don’t feel like falling, your hands I hold, bae
Play with that pu*sy when you call me, more spice than my old bae
She said, “When you leave that show, you gon’ call me,” I said, “Fasho, bae”
They know I hit that b!tch for sure if my lil’ bro ain’t
It ain’t nun’ wrong with sipping drank,kidney failure, pimping ain’t it
That’s how my eldest died, ball in peace, know we ain’t tripping, baby

[Verse]
This rap s*it televised, n!ggas capping ain’t pulling killings lately
B!tch boy stop faking, I smell the cap s*it on you
Through the grass I been snaking
I miss being bad afterschool, but won’t go back to basic
Go in your s*it in front of truancy, they gon’ have to chase me
Don’t care what this b!tch do to me, even if shе rape me
If you gon’ take it, do your job b!tch, suck my d!ck, go crazy
This s*it comе from private vault, I do not rock no BAPE, B
Catch a kill, supply the block, l just bought a new crate, B
Dapping a n!gga up after I fu*k his b!tch, I’m feeling great, B
See why the plug ain’t put n!ggas on, can’t get no lower for these cases
‘Cause we bussing n!ggas heads
Get a case of ’em for the low and off you, we get extra bread
Shoot yo’ fu*king mouth up off yo chin and den go off his head
Opp think we playing, he left out with no gen, that’s how you end up dead
If you send a shot where I lay at with my kid, yo’ b!tch ass better be scared
N!gga I’ma demon that the devil sent, the monster under the bed
Let s*it slide, don’t think I’m scared of none of you n!ggas I’m scared of the feds
Popped him in the chest, he doing the pledge, keep it a brick, lil’ b!tch, you scared
Brand new Ricky tan, yeah, these b!tches dead stock
My Draco YMCMB, it make a n!gga bed rock

[Chorus]
I been pouring drank for 30 days straight
This s*it getting nostalgic, see my old place
I don’t feel like falling, your hands I hold, bae

Play with that pu*sy when you call me, more spice than my old bae
She said, “When you leave that show, you gon’ call me,” I said, “Fasho, bae”
They know I hit that b!tch for sure if my lil’ bro ain’t
It ain’t nun’ wrong with sipping drank,kidney failure, pimping ain’t it
That’s how my eldest died, ball in peace, know we ain’t tripping, baby