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Justin Rarri
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[Justin Rarri] Listen brodie I'ma tell you for real how it's feeling when you in that spotlight Everybody finna talk down, want a Birkin, bitch? You better talk nice We like murda nigga, we is not nice, wanna walk up to me, better think right And they gon' keep tellin' lies, they judging, curious I jus fucked the baddest bitch in a Trump hotel, she hoppin' on it And you couldn't hold me as a brother, and it's kinda crazy how we fallen I just pulled up in that brand new whip, bad bitches on me flawless And you keep on claiming that I switched up, part of the reason that a nigga heartless And I'm swearing that you coulda been here, just got a pack that new iceberg I ain't 'bout shit, fuck what you heard, better come up close, and find out first Nigga bro run down, take off his shoes, put you on the news Got me lookin' at you, wouldn't done this shit to you We trap out the buildin', nigga just say how you feelin' Bitch I had you in my bidness, I'm down in my feelings None of these lil' fuck niggas, ain't trustin' no leach I just showed them that my body different Same niggas that depend on me, gon' start all them rumors as soon as I fall Soon as I can't pay their part, why the fuck you can't play your part? We trap out the buildin', nigga just say how you feelin' Bitch I had you in my bidness, I'm down in my feelings None of these lil' fuck niggas, ain't trustin' no leach I just showed them that my body different Same niggas that depend on me, gon' start all them rumors as soon as I fall Soon as I can't pay their part, why the fuck you can't play your part? [Smoove’L] Certain niggas, I gotta watch for certain bitches Cut 'em off all the faking, I ain't with it Pradas on got me catching mad attention Wanna fuck for the clout and I don't get it But this come with the life, man I ain't trippin' I just started the coutin', I ain't finished (Boom, bah) With my hittas ain't no limit Don't hit my DMs, won't answer no calls Rarri throw me the chop, I'ma finish 'em off Blow the shit out his cap, I'ma watch how he fall Traumatized from the streets, all the things I had saw I get real, real fly, I got real mob ties I just checked my bank account, it's at a all time high I was young trapping for dubs One and O with a bag, tell 'em fuck on the love And it ain't what it seem, I ran out of love Got a Glock with a beam, it's ready to buss And I'm prayin' God, that I get my way And I had it hard through my younger days They don't understand that we gotta a plan Put it on God, niggas won't play We trap out the buildin', nigga just say how you feelin' Bitch I had you in my bidness, I'm down in my feelings None of these lil' fuck niggas, ain't trustin' no leach I just showed them that my body different Same niggas that depend on me, gon' start all them rumors as soon as I fall Soon as I can't pay their part, why the fuck you can't play your part? We trap out the buildin', nigga just say how you feelin' Bitch I had you in my bidness, I'm down in my feelings None of these lil' fuck niggas, ain't trustin' no leach I just showed them that my body different Same niggas that depend on me, gon' start all them rumors as soon as I fall Soon as I can't pay their part, why the fuck you can't play your part?
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