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adrien broner - the race lyrics

[verse 1]
call me a.b man i’m out here livin’ tragic
my last check 8 figures when i cashed it
watch how you rappin’ get caught and turned into casper
my n-ggas trappers man they really into rappin’

[chorus]
f-ck nevada i ain’t going to that state (f-ck!)
with this warrant still ridin’ with the k (with the k)
even though they said they call it on the tape
the nine charges in the judge’s face
hit the chicken with the fit like old bay
f-ck around and turned a 2 to a 8
my n-ggas out here sellin’ jays everyday
the cop the roach and shoot em’ right in the face

[verse 2]
you see the the strap? better do what i say
like a kardashian i’m robbin’ over wayne
my maybach got a florida license plate (skrrt)
i keep 2 44’s you get 88 (skrrt)
i hate them n-ggas in the club who trynna’ play tough
that’s how you get stuffed in the head and catch a lace front
alicia keys if it’s beef it ain’t no make up
clean all the food off your plate when these trays dunk
don’t give a f-ck if tmz said i had a warrant
that’s why a n-gga doin’ the race yeah jessie arms
my plug sent a couple extra’s ’cause i never owned em’
these plates on my drop like i’m trynna feed the homeless
a n-gga said i was foul and he wanted a free throw
told me hit em’ with a brick must think he debo
but i ain’t ice cube i move on different steelo
i get the bag, i be gucci f-ckin’ with them migos
straight drive one hit you gonna say a jay drop (uh)
junkies lined up outside like jay’s droppin’
i never hate stop n-gga i always gave props
they out here trynna frat line me ’cause they ain’t pop

- adrien broner lyrics

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