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out the streets - crash rarri lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
ayy

[chorus]
what you expect from my n-gg-s? they tryna get it out the streets
still need a check for my n-gg-s, they tryna get it by all means
and i’m not worried ’bout people, i know these n-gg-s envy me
i know these n-gg-s is evil, they take you out to switch your seats
and i’m telling all my people to keep the pole
i know my young n-gg-s wilding, they lose control
i know the streets gettin’ violent, that’s all you know
but everything perfect timing so take it slow

[verse 1]
what you expect from me, n-gg-? i’m tryna get it on my own
what you expect from my n-gg-s? they tryna whip it out the bowl
they tried to say i ain’t the hottest ’cause a n-gg- moved from home
i’m the only poppin’ artist, man, that sh-t was dry as bones
this 2outh2id3 sh-t worldwide and y’all n-gg-s local
every style a n-gg- do original
and everything is pivotal and y’all n-gg-s is mixin’ up
and every song y’all do, it sound the same, y’all n-gg-s need to switch it up
and all that money you been flexin’ on the ‘gram ain’t big enough
and all these n-gg-s went from hookahs to shooters, they switchin’ up
you work a job, if you miss your shift, you need to pick it up
with the 2outh2id3, gonna get it out the mud, don’t need you n-gg-s
and when i pop off and get me a check, ain’t gon’ feed you n-gg-s
and i remember all that fake -ss love, can’t see you n-gg-s
now remember, if you ever cross me, won’t be breathin’, n-gg- (p-ssy)

[verse 2]
ayy, man, enough of that small talk, i need to get back to business
i had to get back to the money, had to get out my feelings
i know my n-gg-s rootin’ for me ’cause they know i’m the realest
i know them n-gg-s talkin’ down ain’t even in my division
local b-tches gon’ wipe me down ’cause they know i get the digits
i’m gettin’ commas, the commas, commas, can’t even make a sentence
so f-ck your mamas, mamas, mamas, don’t need no repentance
’cause i’m that n-gg-, i’m still that n-gg-, i been that n-gg-
boy, i’m so hot that i turned cold, i think i need a chinchilla
put all these clips inside your home just like you makin’ a triller
i like my b-tches chocolate-bone and all they toes is vanilla
and if you leave your b-tch alone i might just swipe her like tinder
i beat that p-ssy ’til it’s down and turn that sh-t to gang member
a n-gg- icy to the dome, they call me crown rock december
i’m countin’ prices like puffy combs but that’s my agenda

- crash rarri lyrics

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