Raid

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[Intro: Chief Lateef] I pull up on the block Whippin' out my Glock I pull up on the block, Whippin' out my Glock Let it go pop pop, let it go pop pop And she scream blauwww, when I let it pow I'm a son of Sosa, don't look in my sofa [Verse 1: pee] I pull up on the block, whippin' out my Glock Let it go pop pop, let it go pop pop And she screams Blowwwww, when I let it pow She know that I'm dangerous, feel like I'm on angel dust Yeah this shit so dusty Don't talk to me if it ain't about the money Punch that fucking dummy Now his nose is runny Now his face is bloody Sorry little buddy Smack you so fucking hard you look like Teletubby [Hook] Who got the gas Who got the smoke Pull up on the block Pee ain't no joke Pee! pee! pee! pee! Pee! pee! pee! That's me Yeah I might get the mansion Pull up in the phantom Built a second mansion That's growth and expansion [Break: Paul and Mom] Wait wait wait, cut- cut the beat, cut the beat My mom- my mom's calling What Mom? Hi Paul, Sorry, are you at Nick's? Yes, what? Are you hungry? Did you guys have a chance to eat? No- we'll eat later [Bridge: Chief Lateef] Who got the trigger bang bang with the gang gang Ay, and I really wanna hit her with that thang' ya And I really gonna take the fuckin strap Fbaodhfksovnakslcl [Verse 2: pee] I got the trigger yeah I got the bang bang I take that thang' out and let that thang' rang rang This is fucking war My choppa it rawrs Now you permanently sleep Not capable of snore It's a fuckin' raid Catch you by surprise A killin' parade This is your demise [Outro] Raid! Raid! Raid! Raid! Raid! Raid! Raid! Raid!
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