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carlito sf - la (renty man) lyrics

[hook]
used to have some dreams of dashing
years p-ssed and it’s still looking attractive
i am from new york so i always pull up flashing
do not rock no vanson but sporty with the fashion
every time i’m in la i touchdown & i’m asking

[bridge]
renty man, what you got?
amg, truck or drop
double rs, rovers, stop
i’ll come get it off the lot
renty man, what you got?
amg, truck or drop?
double rs, rovers, stop
i’ll come get it off the lot

[verse 1: carlito sf]
i’m just tryna have some fun, there’s been too many wakes man
breaks from new york city, i see too many people fake
too many n-ggas jealous, sneak in practice for the game plan
i keep a bag on me, glizz too heavy for my f-cking waist
got something to tell me you could tell me to my face, b-tch
bout 20 girls love me, i don’t ever have to chase em
vs like double as, f-ck up dp, then we replace em
i’m always standing out but i’m never out of place, weird
whoa whoa, b-tch i’m blessed
what you thought? i’m up next
what whip should i push next?
sp-ceships like i’m a jetson
i8 callin’, shorty s-xting
if i mac, just count my blessings
bron and cavs is how i left em
lito flexing, ain’t no question

[verse 2: picachu]
check the fashion, she see me flashing
know my lifestyle it ain’t average, it’s cinematic
yea you know i keep a bad b-tch, she super savage
she eat the d-ck like rice and cabbage and then i p-ss it (bye bye)
b-tch i’m the weed man, got what you need man
know my sh-t don’t got no seeds man, i don’t smoke greens man
went to la for some ps man, that thing was cheap man
but when i come back it’s a fee man, this sh-t ain’t free man (that’s a tax)
let’s run up these racks, i do this sh-t for the trap
flip this sh-t and get it back (whoa)
remember them days i ain’t have sh-t
now i’m in la with a bad b-tch (godd-mn)
i’m just speaking facts
all these n-ggas speaking cap
talking bout them moving pack
they ain’t moving jack
all they sh-t is really wack
check the prices, it leave you lifeless
in a foreign with a foreign, no you can’t live like this
got your mortgage on my eyes b-tch and that’s some live sh-t
amg, truck or drop, b-tch which one i might pick
(i don’t know)

- carlito sf lyrics

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