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departed - justin rarri lyrics

[verse 1: justin rarri]
listen brodie i’ma tell you for real how it’s feeling when you in that spotlight
everybody finna talk down, want a birkin, b*tch? you better talk nice
we like murda n*gga, we is not nice
wanna walk up to me, better think right
and they gon’ keep tellin’ lies, they judging, curious
i jus f*cked the baddest b*tch in a trump hotel, she hoppin’ on it
and you couldn’t hold me as a brother
and it’s kinda crazy how we fallen
i just pulled up in that brand new whip, bad b*tches on me flawless
and you keep on claiming that i switched up, part of the reason that a n*gga heartless
and i’m swearing that you coulda been here
just got a pack that new iceberg
i ain’t ’bout sh*t, f*ck what you heard
better come up close, and find out first
n*gga bro run down, take off his shoes
put you on the new
got me lookin’ at you
wouldn’t done this sh*t to you

[chorus: justin rarri]
we trap out the buildin’
n*gga just say how you feelin’
b*tch i had you in my bidness
i’m down in my feelings
none of these lil’ f*ck n*ggas, ain’t trustin’ no leach
i just showed them that my body different
same n*ggas that depend on me
gon’ start all them rumors as soon as i fall
soon as i can’t pay their part
why the f*ck you can’t play your part?
we trap out the buildin’
n*gga just say how you feelin’
b*tch i had you in my bidness
i’m down in my feelings
none of these lil’ f*ck n*ggas, ain’t trustin’ no leach
i just showed them that my body different
same n*ggas that depend on me
gon’ start all them rumors as soon as i fall
soon as i can’t pay their part
why the f*ck you can’t play your part?

[verse 2: smoove’l]
certain n*ggas, uh
i gotta watch for certain b*tches
cut ’em off all the faking, i ain’t with it
pradas on got me catching mad attention
wanna f*ck for the clout and i don’t get it
but this come with the life, man i ain’t trippin’
i just started the coutin’, i ain’t finished (boom, bah)
with my hittas ain’t no limit
don’t hit my dms, won’t answer no calls
rarri throw me the chop, i’ma finish ’em off
blow the sh*t out his cap, i’ma watch how he fall
traumatized from the streets, all the things i had saw
i get real, real fly, i got real mob ties
i just checked my bank account, it’s at a all time high
i was young trapping for dubs
one and o with a bag, tell ’em f*ck on the love
and it ain’t what it seem, i ran out of love
got a glock with a beam, it’s ready to buss
and i’m prayin’ god, that i get my way
and i had it hard through my younger days
they don’t understand that we gotta a plan
put it on god, n*ggas won’t play
[chorus: justin rarri]
we trap out the buildin’
n*gga just say how you feelin’
b*tch i had you in my bidness
i’m down in my feelings
none of these lil’ f*ck n*ggas, ain’t trustin’ no leach
i just showed them that my body different
same n*ggas that depend on me
gon’ start all them rumors as soon as i fall
soon as i can’t pay their part
why the f*ck you can’t play your part?

we trap out the buildin’
n*gga just say how you feelin’
b*tch i had you in my bidness
i’m down in my feelings
none of these lil’ f*ck n*ggas, ain’t trustin’ no leach
i just showed them that my body different
same n*ggas that depend on me
gon’ start all them rumors as soon as i fall
soon as i can’t pay their part
why the f*ck you can’t play your part?

- justin rarri lyrics

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