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snowfall - crash rarri lyrics

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i used to think they was against me now i know it’s envy

i used to think they was against me now i know it’s envy

(yea yea)

i used to think they was against me now i know it’s envy

now they see a n*gga getting money i got plenty

(yea)

fuelz got that heat

i used to think they was against me now i know it’s envy

when you get that pape out the gate they get friendly

everybody wanna see you win until you winning
treat a p*ssy n*gga like my son, who you kidding?

i don’t shoot the ones, got a n*gga that a k!ll him

i ain’t never touched him, this choppa it a feel him

if you got that drank bring it here we a seal them

better say the right number p*ssy n*gga we a steal them

use to bring shiesty out

now i bring the baddies, and the addys, and the caddies out

now i bring the hoes wit the bows and the fatties out

use to think a hundred thousand dollars was a large amount

until i saw my bank account

we can make it snowfall

tell em bring the franklins out

baby pull yo skirt down
all that ass hanging out

i just hit her body up

guess a n*gga tank’n out

sold that n*gga dry wall

that is how you fake em out

two truccs filled with bad b*tches, how you bring em out

walk into the house dicc out, who we scouting out?

skub came with the mushrooms, now i’m psychin out

big 42 let it swing, now we strike em out

hol up hol up hol up hol up

ain’t you rarri boy!

ain’t you one them frontline n*ggas

ain’t you dolla’s boy?
i can get you punchlined n*gga, leave em on the floor

i can get you lunch lined n*gga, tell em up the score

ask yo baby momma what she want

she said she wanting more

she been louie buccle belt tuggin

since we hit the door

only flying b*tches and they friends

if they all some wh0res

middle of the party get it started get on all fours

only reason why that girl dont like me

i dont call more

only reason why that boy dont like me

he dont ball more

smaccin white b*lls to yo city, doing par 4s

crime pays guess a n*gga finna break the law more

i used to think they was against me now i know it’s envy

when you get that pape out the gate they get friendly

everybody wanna see you win until you winning

treat a p*ssy n*gga like my son, who you kidding?

i don’t shoot the ones, got a n*gga that a k!ll him

i ain’t never touched him, this choppa it a feel him

if you got that drank bring it here we a seal them

better say the right number p*ssy n*gga we a steal them

i use to let yall get yalls sh*t off

i ain’t never criss cross

now i heard you n*ggas talking down

now i’m p*ssed off

i’m the hottest n*gga from columbus

like i’m in christoph

if i put this switch on

i can get you switched off

boy please don’t gamble with your life

we knoccin chips off

yes i’ll hit a n*gga wife until my dicc soft

but i can’t hit no broke b*tch

tell em that i’m fuccin rich

talkin bout six figure hoes, 550 whips

having so much motion, we can swipe for some new tits

got a doctor credit that can turn you to a new b*tch

in here whippin up a new baguette like its ruth chris

ear rings dumb, but this cuban is a doofus

911 trynna find where my roof is

call for the hoes follow us to the new crib

when you get a bag like this you can call dibs

ashanti ass b*tches in the crib acting foolish

if you really having all them raccs n*gga pull em out

if you really having all them straps

why you talk it out?

poccet full of blues still snaccin at the waffle house

yea i got a move, but i can’t take you unless you use your mouth

playing with my zipper, dropping clues baby pull it out

we the ones that put you on the news

if you call us out

tell em put rarri on the flyer

bring the ballers out

the easy way to lose yo fuccin life

is to follow us out

- crash rarri lyrics

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