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thugbaby - justin rarri lyrics

[intro]
ayo, pitt, we got one
sumyunghai with me the sh*t

[chorus: justin rarri]
r.i.p. the p*ssy then heartbreak
shawty in the south like part slave
put the bands on your man, watch the car shake
in the louis v bag there be more cake
b*tch, i be the n*gga that they all hate
i ain’t never finna listen what they all say
counting dough, big bread in broad day
said i don’t regret them hard days
essential
gotta keep the ruger on the hip, n*gga essential
i just put a cougar in the backseat of a rental
f*cking with me ’cause she really think i be the answer
wish a n*gga would roll ’em up in a pencil
two dracos, get ’em gone, nothing less
n*ggas ain’t lying, it ain’t no evidence
run the bag on like gold pateks

[verse 1: gunna]
n*gga love foreign, got a gold patek
f*ck the b*tch once and i ain’t call her back
wunna too rich, i’m hard to catch
silly b*tch sent me a horrible text
wunna not the one to argue with
landed in houston where harden at
a lot of these rappers be starter cap
need to get some drip, just watch me
i took a hit, still can’t stop me
my young cousin just took some roxy
the gang but i call ’em my posse
you p*ssies should be riding in a c*rs*at
i’m ridin’ in her p*ssy like broccoli
the slime got a n*gga so salty
this cash got me f*cking on barbies
know you adore me
broke her heart, no, it ain’t nothing free
let me trap the school like bun b
road to the riches, ain’t nothing sweet
the road to the riches, ain’t nothing sweet
the rolls cullinan got low seat
the wock’ got the double cup muddy
[chorus: justin rarri]
r.i.p. the p*ssy then heartbreak
shawty in the south like part slave
put the bands on your man, watch the car shake
in the louis v bag there be more cake
b*tch, i be the n*gga that they all hate
i ain’t never finna listen what they all say
counting dough, big bread in broad day
said i don’t regret them hard days
essential
gotta keep the ruger on the hip, n*gga essential
i just put a cougar in the backseat of a rental
f*cking with me ’cause she really think i be the answer
wish a n*gga would roll ’em up in a pencil
two dracos, get ’em gone, nothing less
n*ggas ain’t lying, it ain’t no evidence
run the bag on like gold pateks

[verse 2: justin rarri]
got a baby, she act a lil’ goofy though
i don’t bring her around me, she talk a lot
that’s my n*gga, you know he don’t act like a ho
know that i’m blowing up first and n*ggas not
and i know that they plotting, i keep a glock
r.i.p. n*ggas that walk in the carspot
always back up the pole at a red light
shawty asking if a n*gga paranoid
moonwalking at sixteen
diamonds hitting bodies ’til the sun n*gga f*cking on your ho
told them n*ggas don’t text me
n*gga, i be rolling on exotic, finna get me out my zone
my mama say she miss me
told her i be trapping, she be laughing, b*tch crying on the phone
we gon’ pull when that f*ck n*gga step up
they don’t zone me, i smoke lotta pressure
i be highest f*ck no n*ggas liking
if your b*tch a buddha but tell he inviting us
and it’s probably why the f*ck n*ggas mad
know you better stay in this bag
in the quarantine season
trapping for the weekend
diamonds hitting, make a n*gga stop the blinking
get to busting if a n*gga start thinking, know that it was
[chorus: justin rarri]
r.i.p. the p*ssy then heartbreak
shawty in the south like part slave
put the bands on your man, watch the car shake
in the louis v bag there be more cake
b*tch, i be the n*gga that they all hate
i ain’t never finna listen what they all say
counting dough, big bread in broad day
said i don’t regret them hard days
essential
gotta keep the ruger on the hip, n*gga essential
i just put a cougar in the backseat of a rental
f*cking with me ’cause she really think i be the answer
wish a n*gga would roll ’em up in a pencil
two dracos, get ’em gone, nothing less
n*ggas ain’t lying, it ain’t no evidence
run the bag on like gold pateks

- justin rarri lyrics

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