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darra - rum - wiser observer lyrics

yah*yah

[verse 1: wiser observer]
i’m h*lla confident, walk with a limp i’m getting older
tough beats, tough rhymes i will solder
love to shimmy*shimmy, i will shine, drop the shoulder
bop it in, bop it in, that’s heat
i can do this all week
i’m dope, i’m weed
flu shots, i’m sick
flu shots, full clip
drippy*drippy don’t slip
you’ve got nothing on this
bummy swagger don’t miss
healthy bars, weet bix
healthy bars my sh*t
want the green, i want the money
sunnyside i keep it running
keep it moving, trust my tummy
trust my gut that’s it
trust my choices, know i’ve done it
care the core i do my crunches
work your muschles on one hudred
burn it up that’s lit

[hook]
darra*rum, darra*rum, dum*dum x8
[verse 2: cory stanford]
got no springs up in her mattress, got her screaming “yeah go faster”
i just felt that rubber snapping, i’ma come in, guns are blasting
i still f*ck like it don’t mattеr, let that youngin be a b*st*rd
find my supras and my jacket, oncе she’s asleep imma scatter
pop an addy, find the rhythm, got a baddy on my d*ck, it’s
like it’s magic how she l!cks it, call me daddy, whom i kidding
blasting all my children in her mouth now, she don’t spit it
i’m in love girl, i admit it
now my side piece started texting
me and wiser walk in, y’all just freeze up and quit talking
man we’re iced up from our watches to the chain that’s on our shoulders
won’t you put that f*cking phone up, someone grab us a new bottle
man we came here just to party screaming “yah*yah*yah*yah”

[hook]
darra*rum, darra*rum, dum*dum x8

[verse 3: wiser observer]
swaager too cool, esses (esses)
confidence level excess (excess)
she bust it open give me access (access)
enter in push the b*tton press*press (press*press)
yes, yes (yes, yes)
i’m feeling nasty
show me where your ass be
talking to your cherry until my voice getting raspy
switching up positions like a motherf*cking casting
buckle up and strap me in ‘cause nothing’s getting past me
i’m wiser, baby new sh*t (new sh*t)
i’m forensic with the feces i’m still trying to prove sh*t (prove sh*t)
new flow who this?
so sick with the delivery you’re got to wear a mask
i don’t care about opinions on which i’ve never asked
[hook]
darra*rum, darra*rum, dum*dum x8

- wiser observer lyrics

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