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stop lyin - crash rarri & rawbone lyrics

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everybody can’t be yo loc everybody can’t be yo slime

everybody can’t have yo bacc, everybody can’t have yo spine

i gotta get a rollie platinum just to tell the time

everybody can’t be yo loc, everybody can’t be yo slime

everybody ain’t gone have yo bacc, everybody ain’t gone have yo spine

i need a audemar piguet so i can tell the time

i lose it all and get it bacc i got a hotline

and i ain’t claiming none of these hoes baby she not mine

i told lil shorty checc the shipping thru the dot com

and if you ever get caught with it then its not mine

you heard them n*ggas run the city baby stop lying (liar)

i put my wrist inside the dope, i put my fist inside the dope

i put that dicc inside her throat, i can’t believe that b*tch ain’t choked
i sold that n*gga baking soda hit em with the okey doke

im mr. whip it with the water like to see it when it float

i told my junkies meet me up the road i hid it in my coat

i know the scammers, know the frauders, know the robbers, know the pope

milly pour a 4*4 now i’m moving slow mo, dog in todo

percocets for low low, and i still tax all of them n*ggas that i don’t know

and i still cracc all of them b*tches just on gpoe

and i still might jacc son, put that sh*t on tito

we don’t rocc no pacsun thats only for cheap hoes

everybody can’t be yo loc, everybody can’t be yo slime

everybody ain’t gone have yo bacc, everybody ain’t gone have yo spine

i need a audemar piguet so i can tell the time

i lose it all and get it bacc i got a hotline
and i ain’t claiming none of these hoes baby she not mine

i told lil shorty checc the shipping thru the dot com

and if you ever get caught with it then its not mine

you heard them n*ggas run the city baby stop lying (liar)

you can’t find no n*gga like me cause this sh*t hard to find

smoking weed at bus stops, sitting under street signs

why you think they call me the mud baby? i got it out the dirt

double cup, sipping syrup, my trap roll 1st to 1st

n*gga hate, got that ice, thats them methamphetamine

clean bricc a fish, you think it came from the medellin

might buy my b*tch a louie purse, milly put the cash first

milly take some bad work, show you how that lab work

late night conversation with the demons
some of my n*ggas hustling, some of them n*ggas schemin

momma want a n*gga to stop drinking i’m still leaning

milly take that dirty money and send it to the cleaners

everybody can’t be yo loc, everybody can’t be yo slime

everybody ain’t gone have yo bacc, everybody ain’t gone have yo spine

i need a audemar piguet so i can tell the time

i lose it all and get it bacc i got a hotline

and i ain’t claiming none of these hoes baby she not mine

i told lil shorty checc the shipping thru the dot com

and if you ever get caught with it then its not mine

you heard them n*ggas run the city baby stop lying (liar)

- crash rarri rawbone lyrics

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