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Justin Rarri

From the Bronx, New York, Justin Rarri alrighty has two Albums under his belt (Youngest In Kharge and 4EVARARRi) while the song that blew him up, W2LEEZY has 10 million views on YouTube. more »

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Bitch you left me with a broken heart
I was breakin' down bad on my birthday
I done seen all the fake in the worst way
And my brother cross me in the worst way
And it's easy to say, I was stupid all along
How the f*ck you gon' break? 
A lil' nigga, I had to be strong
I want no questions 'bout my life 
I gotta big reason, I don't do a song with them niggas
Them niggas don't hang with real killers
And you know that I'm unforgivin'
And he takin' that deuce right out his backpack, yeah
Big ol' .30, gon' knock his face 
I'm shootin' them black gats, yeah

All them, niggas they cappin', they stretchin' the cap 
They be strechin' the fitted, I call 'em Yo Gotti
All in my DM talkin' 'bout a BM, the f*ck you gon' do? 
You ain't clap at nobody
I got a Sky Dweller, tell a bitch I'm the plug 
I be swaggin' all over the Mazi'
Inside the Burberry, find a .30 round clip 
Only shoot if I bust at your noggin'

Whole gang behind me, if you get it fucked up that's RIP
They gon' have to get go some new white tees
And she feel safer around me
I got respect in my city, lil' bitch, go 'head, try to kill me
I'ma hurt your whole family feelings (yeah)
I'ma let you know, you dyin' with me
Because, bitch, I be that baby devil
Blood on my Balenciagas
Bitch we shootin' ain't no problem
Bro want that, he know I got him
Thirty deep, up in your place
Fifty deep, if you want rake
Young rich nigga, I feel like Mase
I said, young rich nigga, I feel like Mase

I'ma f*ck on your treesh and then count on my cake
Let 'em get you real quick, while I hop on a plane
When they talkin' that shit, all up down on your name
What the f*ck you wan' know? You was just on my name
I'ma beat that lil' bih like a battin' rink
What the f*ck they be talkin'? They cappin' it
Got a .30 extended, I'm draggin' it
All the lies that they told me, imagine 'em

I just rolled me a blunt, I ain't passin' it
All of my jeans, I'm ashin' it
And none of these Glocks ain't average
Put faith in my brother, he blastin' it
I done made it out, on some rappin' shit
Still in the hood, on some savage shit
My new bitch only eat salad
She somewhere watchin' her calories
Probably somewhere fuckin' in Cali
I used to post up in the alley
I ain't do all the talkin', don't @ me
I pull up if you send me an addy
When I hit it, she call me daddy
Big dawg, don't do no braggin'
Lotta drip, let's talk 'bout fashion
Hard work let's talk 'bout passion
Tote this heat like a dragon
Plenty hoes, like a pageant
This foreign automatic, I hop in then I dash in it
Like skrrt, put her on a Perc'
I heard her say she hurts
Now that should work, you don't need a nurse
Call me if it get worse
Her pussy wet, I'm finna surf
Bitch, I'm a Hot Boy, like I'm Turk
Signed to the streets, like I'm Durk
Stop hatin', nigga, get you a verse
All this snitchin' probably get you hurt
All the dissin' probably get you a shirt
And if I said it then I meant, I'm not twistin' up my words
I'm probably posted in the middle of the street, holdin' up birds
Like f*ck the world, f*ck my old girl and bitch f*ck what you heard
And come around with the right amount and you just might get served
Put my trust in niggas' words and got everythin' I deserved

Yeah, niggas they cappin', they stretchin' the cap 
They be strechin' the fitted, I call 'em Yo Gotti
All in my DM talkin' 'bout a BM, the f*ck you gon' do? 
You ain't clap at nobody
I got a Sky Dweller, tell a bitch I'm the plug 
I be swaggin' all over the Mazi'
Inside the Burberry, find a .30 round clip 
Only shoot if I bust at your noggin'

Whole gang behind me, if you get it fucked up that's RIP
They gon' have to go some new white tees
And she feel safer around me
I got respect in my city, lil' bitch, go 'head, try to kill me
I'ma hurt your whole family feelings (yeah)
I'ma let you know, you dyin' with me
Because, bitch, I be that baby devil
Blood on my Balenciagas
Bitch, we shootin' ain't no problem
Bro want that, he know I got him
Thirty deep up, in your place
Fifty deep, if you want rake
Young rich nigga, I feel like Mase
I said, young rich nigga, I feel like Mase

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