RaritY (feat. WoodBaby & Rasdx)

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Lilswirll

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You say that you love me, I know that you lie When I'm outside, I throw with the guys
Roll me a J and then I get high when swirll, make the beat, you know that it's
fire Ooh, these niggas be choosin
Niggas be hatin', they won't see me losin' Up in the whip, 120, I'm cruisin
Up in the whip, might go through the dash Niggas be hatin', they mad
I'ma just get to her back You niggas need to get cash
We do that, you niggas already knew that Shootin' at me, but I bet I'ma shoot back
I took your bitch and you ain't getting your boo back
Uh, shawty be trippin', she callin' my phone Girl, you know I been home, not lookin' for love
Try be my own, girl, uh I said I love you, told me, oh no, oh no
You took it and ran, didn't give me a chance, no more
I gave you my love, didn't knows enough, oh, whoa You say you were sorry, I said no more, oh, dope
Me and bro, on the road Me and bro, on the road, doin' shows
We do it, shows out She wanna pull up, let's pop out
Yeah, I'm on the road, we rock out To the home, not to play, we stopped out
Said she wanna hop on my shit And I can't put on no mileage
Cause this hoe, she ran out Yeah, these hoes, they be trippin
Up to the hood, and I'm not finnin' And I got that Drake when and those windows be tinted
I'm walkin' this bitch when I'm wearin' a Fendi, huh
Niggas ain't from my city When they see me walk up, they all go to the coast, huh
Why you bitches so petty? When you don't get no sun, like them bitches be toast
And I just wanna rock and roll, bitches don't want it
And I don't know what you be wantin' from me, get off my shit
And I don't know why you be runnin' from me, little bitch
And I can't hold your bitches, no, no, she just want my shit
They say you got this, they say you got that I wanna rock out with a lil' bag
They rollin' the blunt and smokin' the sack, huh
Bitch, I'm swervin' this gas If you wanted to smoke, nigga, where you at
Got a badass hoe, and her ass real fat Got a badass bitch, she know where it's at
She poppin' her checks like it came with a mix
Yeah, niggas don't know what the f*ck it is
F*ck poppin' this bitch like it came with a bra
And I'm hittin' that hoe like it came with a saw
When I'm eatin' this bitch, I'm like Pinapplezaan
And I know how this shit really go, huh
Nigga, you're just a hoe
Yeah, I don't wanna go tip for toe
And I swear this shit is really a joke
And I gotta paul out with a t-shirt
Niggas don't like my shirt
And I gotta rock wet with a heater, huh
Niggas be meltin' for real
And I gotta drag out with a silk heel, huh
Bitch, I'm ready to drift
And I got a Drake and it's ready to kill
If they get to bustin', nigga, it's gon' spill
You gon' die for real
I went through pain, put that shit in the verse
You left my heart broken, I swear that it hurt
I keep comin' back, goin' back on my word
Girl, you did me bad, I wasn't on my word
I get off the train, start slurrin' my words
I pray for the best, prepare for the worst
Ain't comin' in second, I'm comin' in first
You f*ck with my bitch and you might just get murdered
Murdered
Murdered
You f*ck with my bitch and you might just get murdered
Murdered
Murdered
You f*ck with my bitch and you might just get murdered
Shawty be trippin', she call my phone
Girl, you know I been home
Not lookin' for love, try be my own, girl, uh
I said I love you, told me, oh, no, oh, no
You took it and ran, didn't give me a chance, no more
I gave you my love, didn't know it was enough, oh, whoa
You say you were sorry, I said, no more, oh, dope
Me and bro, on the road
Me and bro, on the road, doin' shows

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