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wherever water is - crash rarri lyrics

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i was told the grass get greener wherever water is

i heard the grass get greener wherever water is

can i get a test drive?

i heard the grass get greener wherever water is

that’s why it’s raining in the club where your daughter is

they be like, rarri, you the richest out your father’s kids

it’s 30 inches on my b*tches, that’s a lot of wig

too many rappers in the city, that’s a lot of mid

i wipe my face with toilet paper, talk a lot of sh*t

and i ain’t vouchin’ for you n*ggas, y’all is not legit

and i ain’t slouchin’ on you b*tches, i need every cent

i’m havin’ motion, havin’ hoetion’, i could be a p

i’m whippin’ up a check, i’m cookin’ up a llc
and if she knew how much i got, she’ll probably marry me

and if the feds know what i do, they’ll probably bury me

i’m the type of n*gga get the check and i don’t flex it

you the type of n*gga get the tellin’ on your section

i’m the type of n*gga f*ck a model, i don’t say sh*t

i’m the type of n*gga f*ck a stripper and don’t pay sh*t

you the type of n*gga that be hatin’ on your mans

back door your n*gga cause you didn’t get a handout

you the type of n*gga sell fent to your friends

but i’m the type of n*gga that catch it and get you exed out

i’m the type of n*gga that catch it and get you checced out

i just drop the top of my coupe, i pull the breast out
we put the iron on your boy and get you pressed out

drop a 50 all on the toy, see how it test out

squeezin’ lemons all on my oysters, we in the fish spot

walkin’ to the back of the club, make sure my dish hot

only gotta look at the dj and get my name dropped

if my b*tch hop out my whip, she’ll make the lane stop

if i drop this tape right now, i’ll make the game stop

everybody wanna see what i been workin’ on

y’all wouldn’t believe me if i told you who i’m flirtin’ on

big rari, southside savior, i get my skirtin’ on

i’m out here fuccin’ b*tches’ faces, i be servin’ em

made it out the mud, but them n*ggas, i’m still dirtin’ em

i don’t need no love, need millions, i need a couple of’em
don’t introduce your b*tches to my friends unless we f*ckin’ em

i’m the type of n*gga get the check and i don’t flex it

you the type of n*gga get the tellin’ on your section

i’m the type of n*gga f*ck a model, i don’t say sh*t

i’m the type of n*gga f*ck a stripper and don’t pay sh*t

you the type of n*gga that be hatin’ on your mans

back door your n*gga cause you didn’t get a handout

you the type of n*gga sell fent to your friends

but i’m the type of n*gga that catch it and get you exed out

- crash rarri lyrics

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