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peachtree - crash rarri lyrics

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(yea yea)

(yeah yeah yeah)

i’m in a range rover sliding on peachtree it’s just another day

iphone dunking off the wrist, it’s just another play

bad b*tch wanna eat me up, it’s just another face

garlic b*tter dripping off my shrimp that’s just another taste

dior on my pedal to the floor, don’t ever touch the brakes

rarri is you scamming or you trapping? i do what it take

what you got? tell me what you bank, i can fill your safe

fucc love you can give it all these n*ggas still gone hate

fucc the club, popping all these bottles ain’t gone get you pape

instagram watching all my storiеs followed by the snakes
who ya mans? i don’t know that n*gga hеard he hang with jakes

f&n hit you and yo friend that’s how you run a train

seats color licorice, she wanna take a pic in this

i might break the scale with all these bales it ain’t no fixing this

rarri he go hit for hit, while these hoes they go dicc to dicc

and i got youngins from the 6, and them boys they gone licc ya licc

balenciaga skully, moncler on my zip up

i just popped a perky, this ho better picc up

no i ain’t no rookie, i can get you blitzed up

running with a fully, i can get you switched up

i’m in a range rover sliding on peachtree it’s just another day

iphone dunking off the wrist, it’s just another play

bad b*tch wanna eat me up, it’s just another face
garlic b*tter dripping off my shrimp that’s just another taste

dior on my pedal to the floor, don’t ever touch the brakes

rarri is you scamming or you trapping? i do what it take

what you got? tell me what you bank, i can fill your safe

fucc love you can give it all these n*ggas still gone hate

woke up in another place, rarri in another state

yes he is, get up out my biz cause you can not relate

do it big, bout to fly a pig tax him from 38

d*mn you get 38? yea i get 38

ain’t from 55th but imma crip, so that’s the custer rate

watch that n*gga losing, how he moving, first to cooperate

b*tches choosing they use to be snoozing, now they all awake

rarri cruising, he be prada shoe’n two step to the bank
got inside my birkin, which phone is he working?

slide down to yo blocc, feel like baracc, clean like detergent

who that hoe that’s flirting? ask her what she serving

baguette’s got her ready, pop a half if you be nervous

i’m in a range rover sliding on peachtree its just another day

iphone dunking off the wrist, it’s just another play

bad b*tch wanna eat me up, it’s just another face

garlic b*tter dripping off my shrimp that’s just another taste

dior on my pedal to the floor, don’t ever touch the brakes

rarri is you scamming or you trapping? i do what it take

what you got? tell me what you bank, i can fill your safe

fucc love you can give it all these n*ggas still gone hate

(p*ssy n*gga they still gone hate)

(fucc n*gga they still gone hate)

(lame n*gga they still gone hate)

(fucc love all them n*ggas still gone hate)

- crash rarri lyrics

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