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IWOULDHATEMETOO
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Justin Rarri
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Be realistic with yourself Now you pillow talkin' bitch, don’t try to dap me up Boy was dying to join my clique, bitch I already knew wassup Nigga mad cryin for attention cause I'm the one they all look up to Yeah uh He live in the town ain't it? Now these niggas know me, gotta get right out the town baby You don’t think I hear what they say Fuck around and regret them, nigga I ain't come to play Get the bands right out the closet, nigga fuck a safe Two blicks on me, the red one I just copped today Run it back young Rarri, she gon' keep it on replay Talkin' down on me, I'm poppin bitch fuck whatchu think We grippin' on different typa sticks, pray to god we don't get involved I'm fuckin’ on different typa bitches Hollywood Boulevard Put the flash on top when niggas get you, strip you outta your draws Don’t play wit my name lil nigga, we ain't built the same We could bring it all back I got bitches lovin’ on me, postin throwbacks Member when I put in work, I gave you all my heart And I know they talkin down on me, that's all cap 2 bitches smokin' out the pack, I copped them new Gucci Shorty suck me in my Mike Amiri tied up with a doobie Running thru the fucking air, I know these niggas tryna do me Glock came with a semi auto, shit be bussin like a uzi All of sudden he lit Why him, why the fuck he rich Spread the bands all on top of that shit Niggas hate cause they know I be talkin' that shit What the fuck nigga, say forget it For clout, he started dissing No snitchin’ if he go missing We could never fuck the same bitches Get the bands right out the closet, nigga fuck a safe Two blicks on me, the red one I just copped today Run it back young Rarri, she gon' keep it on replay Talkin' down on me, I'm poppin bitch fuck whatchu think We grippin' on different typa sticks, pray to god we don't get involved I'm fuckin' on different typa bitches Hollywood Boulevard Put the flash on top when niggas get you, strip you outta your draws Don't play wit my name lil nigga, we ain't built the same Once that .9 hit em (boop, boop, boop) He just copped a Moncler, he gon' die in it I ain't ever on my knees, I pray to god with feet on it Know they talking down on me, don't give a fuck, look how I live though Bitch, I promise you ain't no dick suckin when it come to me and my niggas, on god That's prolly them other niggas Better stay strapped up, lil nigga What you trippin' about Talkin' slick out the mouth My nigga gone boom back You gon' get your head clapped Tell that to nigga fall back My niggas wildin', you hear pop, think its a bottle, thats yo guyza Niggas hiding, tryna act like they can't find us I been runnin thru these bitches, fuck behind em Know my brother always gripped up they can't line us Get the bands right out the closet, nigga fuck a safe Two blicks on me, the red one I just copped today Run it back young Rarri, she gon' keep it on replay Talkin' down on me, I'm poppin bitch fuck whatchu think We grippin' on different typa sticks, pray to god we don't get involved I'm fuckin' on different typa bitches Hollywood Boulevard Put the flash on top when niggas get you, strip you outta your draws Don't play wit my name lil nigga, we ain't built the same Get involved Hollywood Boulevard, ohh Outta your draws, ohh Ha ohh
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