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day ones - rarin lyrics

[intro]
hey rarin, go crazy!

[chorus]
yeah, i came strapped up with my b*tch and toolie
racks up, yeah, i feel like uzi
pulled up like my life a movie
got the top down, yeah, you know i’m zoomin’
wait up, uh, shawty gon’ serve me up like she a waiter
i got my duties, got people on payroll
knock, knock down the opps, feel like faygo
i made a lot, lot, feel like j*cole
i’m in a droptop then a ranger
y’all gotta pay up, i make my money like this is a layup
quit acting funny girl, you not my main hoe
twelve and the opps they could never say they won
hold a big choppa b*tch, call it my ray gun
i hit a lotta l!cks ’cause i hate ’em
i just be chilling, i f*ck with my day ones

[verse]
told a lil’ shawty “come tap in”
too fresh, yeah, she thought i was a catfish
new neck, 50k for the taxes
new check, yeah, i bought me some classics
cool s*x, yeah, i got me a bad b*tch
you a mess, boy, you nothing but average
impressed, yeah, she want me to cash in
i’m next, yeah lil’ rari’ ain’t cappin’
why they always looking at me?
they can see the racks in the back seat
gotta do my dance ’cause i got my fans
yeah, i made it up with no rap beef
got like h*lla m’s off of rapping
need a new advance ’cause i’m taxing
got a two tone, yeah, my wristw*tch with a drip drop
yeah, it’s flashing
i don’t like h&m, i like prada
move with a louis bag and my brothers
if i don’t see a check, i want nada
wait ’till i hit the gas and i throttle
i’m in the fast lane, never subtle
she write an essay for a cuddle
i had to get paid, f*ck a struggle
park in the valet ’cause i—
[chorus]
yeah, i came strapped up with my b*tch and toolie
racks up, yeah, i feel like uzi
pulled up like my life a movie
got the top down, yeah, you know i’m zoomin’
wait up, uh, shawty gon’ serve me up like she a waiter
i got my duties, got people on payroll
knock, knock down the opps, feel like faygo
i made a lot, lot, feel like j*cole
i’m in a droptop then a ranger
y’all gotta pay up, i make my money like this is a layup
quit acting funny girl, you not my main hoe
twelve and the opps they could never say they won
hold a big choppa b*tch, call it my ray gun
i hit a lotta l!cks ’cause i hate ’em
i just be chilling, i f*ck with my day ones

- rarin lyrics

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