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slept in the rarri - tony kantana lyrics

intro

yeah i got so rich had 2 take that b*tch to balenciaga, balenciaga she like soccer what a shocker im not proper

hook

yeah, yeah i fit so good in that b*tch i might just take a nap uh, she told me some counterfeit but that sh*t was too cap

had to go get my money so that sh*t was a lap had to go get my money so that sh*t was a nap, if that n*gga run up on me dead i got my strap

yeah where that n*gga going he be dead and that’s no cap where that n*gga going you’ll never see him again there is no point of ever keeping a friend

verse

yeah (whistle)
rockstar in this b*tch (b*tch) i might takе a trip (yup) all my b*tches l!ck (yeah) on my f*cking d*ck (i got em) my b*tch do thе splits yeah oh sh*t
yeah oh sh*t (woo) i’m a rock star in this b*tch (yeah) f*cking her in my cardigan i wouldn’t f*ck that broad again tryna condemn b*tch i’m smarter than you (whistle)
b*tch i know i’m the sh*t i don’t need no tp when you couldn’t flip a brick

hook

yeah i fit so good in that b*tch i might just take a nap uh, she told me some counterfeit but that sh*t was too cap
had to go get my money so that sh*t was a lap had to go get my money so that sh*t was a nap, if that n*gga run up on me dead i got my strap

yeah where that n*gga going he be dead and that’s no cap where that n*gga going you’ll never see him again there is no point of ever keeping a friend

verse 2

b*tch (whistle) i’m the 1st round pick (yeah) you mercedes b*tch (you a lame chick) i’m the sh*t

i don’t need no help when i did this when i was broke i did this sh*t and i’d knew that i would get so rich all these n*ggas cap cap, cap, cap counterfeit
all these n*ggas whack (what?) miss with that sh*t (goofy ass b*tch) goofy ass you a stupid b*tch and sh*t so stupid fake ass crip

hook
yeah i fit so good in that b*tch i might just take a nap uh, she told me some counterfeit but that sh*t was too cap

had to go get my money so that sh*t was a lap had to go get my money so that sh*t was a nap, if that n*gga run up on me dead i got my strap

yeah where that n*gga going he be dead and that’s no cap where that n*gga going you’ll never see him again there is no point of ever keeping a friend

- tony kantana lyrics

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