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DONT BE AFRAID Video (MV)




Performed By: Retro4L
Language: English
Length: 2:07
Written by: Robert Jackson




Retro4L - DONT BE AFRAID Lyrics
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Uh, I'm blowin' on za, I ain't worried bout shit
Oochie sack on me everyday, out the week, nigga
You'll f*ck around, see that I'm lit
Hoes get to moving wocky, these racks in my pocket got me feelin' cocky
This bitch in my pocket, get a hold of that pack and I'll wrap it and boxes
She said she know I'm that nigga how it feel
I'm the only nigga that she know, keep it real
Pint of that wock, it came with a seal
Shorty bad as hell, but she addicted to pills
Parents drug addicts, so they don't ever know what's wrong
Shorty life f*cked up, she wishing that she was gone
Yeah, her day brightenin' up when Retro hit her phone
Cause we finna go spin the town
Smoke out a pound with the music loud
Shit goin' on, but I'm makin' her smile
That's my twin, never sober, we be both high
Exotic, opp pack, I'm touchin' the sky
Told shorty I don't want no relations, I can't be your man, you can be my best friend
Niggas tender as hell, laid up under a hoe, ain't gettin' no money, they cakin'
Niggas can't get it like how I'm gettin' it, so these f*ck niggas out here hatin
I remember early mornin', servin' that trap like what you wanted
Get to the Guap, I'm chasin' it, this shit look easy, don't it
Hood thick bitch, she slick to the bread with a bonnet
You play with your top, I'm puttin' bread up on it
If she been through the block, I don't really want it
She givin' me top, she ain't even hold it
Hand her, the woods and the za, she gon' roll it
Put a bad, thick bitch, in my face, I fold it
I'm gettin' to the Guap, you can't even fold it
Shorty from the trenches, but she still the coldest
Slide on a nigga block
I'm shootin' that bitch to the click and stop
Don't let me get the drop
I'm spinnin' your shit, leavin' this bitch hot
I can't never stop
Cause everyday, nigga, I'm chasin' the Guap
Nigga, how you rappin'
You get in that room, you turn to a cop
I'm stayin' solid, cause this the life that I chose
If I go broke, then I'm back on the stove
I ain't tryna hear you talk, nigga, with a load
If a jakes on my ass, I'm back on the road
I'm beatin' her back, she don't need no rose
She got pretty feet, I'm kissin' her toes
I'm slidin' with the gang, we slidin' with poles
I ain't lovin' no bitch, so I keep some hoes
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Uh, I'm blowin' on za, I ain't worried bout shit
Oochie sack on me everyday, out the week, nigga
You'll f*ck around, see that I'm lit
Hoes get to moving wocky, these racks in my pocket got me feelin' cocky
This bitch in my pocket, get a hold of that pack and I'll wrap it and boxes
She said she know I'm that nigga how it feel
I'm the only nigga that she know, keep it real
Pint of that wock, it came with a seal
Shorty bad as hell, but she addicted to pills
Parents drug addicts, so they don't ever know what's wrong
Shorty life f*cked up, she wishing that she was gone
Yeah, her day brightenin' up when Retro hit her phone
Cause we finna go spin the town
Smoke out a pound with the music loud
Shit goin' on, but I'm makin' her smile
That's my twin, never sober, we be both high
Exotic, opp pack, I'm touchin' the sky
Told shorty I don't want no relations, I can't be your man, you can be my best friend
Niggas tender as hell, laid up under a hoe, ain't gettin' no money, they cakin'
Niggas can't get it like how I'm gettin' it, so these f*ck niggas out here hatin
I remember early mornin', servin' that trap like what you wanted
Get to the Guap, I'm chasin' it, this shit look easy, don't it
Hood thick bitch, she slick to the bread with a bonnet
You play with your top, I'm puttin' bread up on it
If she been through the block, I don't really want it
She givin' me top, she ain't even hold it
Hand her, the woods and the za, she gon' roll it
Put a bad, thick bitch, in my face, I fold it
I'm gettin' to the Guap, you can't even fold it
Shorty from the trenches, but she still the coldest
Slide on a nigga block
I'm shootin' that bitch to the click and stop
Don't let me get the drop
I'm spinnin' your shit, leavin' this bitch hot
I can't never stop
Cause everyday, nigga, I'm chasin' the Guap
Nigga, how you rappin'
You get in that room, you turn to a cop
I'm stayin' solid, cause this the life that I chose
If I go broke, then I'm back on the stove
I ain't tryna hear you talk, nigga, with a load
If a jakes on my ass, I'm back on the road
I'm beatin' her back, she don't need no rose
She got pretty feet, I'm kissin' her toes
I'm slidin' with the gang, we slidin' with poles
I ain't lovin' no bitch, so I keep some hoes
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Writer: Robert Jackson
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