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crash rarri - 223 freestyle lyrics

[intro]
all these n-gg-s talkin’ ’bout right this and right that
and he ain’t workin’ hard enough and
all this other sh-t he talkin’ ’bout
soldado
changin’ the style and we want that 2outh2id3 sh-t back, and
this n-gg-, man, he ain’t really rappin’ like he used to
sh-t, man, let’s go

[verse]
when i was 13, i jumped off the porch, i ain’t have no guidance
you run around, you can’t run a torch, use one in silence
everything i got back then was from force, i had to fire
these p-ssy n-gg-s ain’t ball in my court, i had to blind ’em
my sister stuck in them streets, sh-t, i was stuck in them streets
i told her -ss she had to calm down ’cause one day we gon’ eat
i told her -ss to just chill out like the vv’s on my teeth
i told her depend on me, i got pigs flyin’, drew brees
i think 12 watchin’ my lines, i think 12 watchin’ gang signs (f-ck ’em)
toochie -ss got the nine on him, he’ll shoot your -ss in your spine
got a coolant kit on that .223, that scope on it facetime
got a ruler stick with that glock on me, that’s rearranging your mind
that money clip’ll put the drums on you, make a n-gg- feel the baseline
if i’m lyin’ then i’m flyin’, right now i’m ten toes down
them pistols have you dyin’, i’m big dawg in my town
these b-tches always cryin’, i only want that mouth
okay, let me get back to that topic
y’all n-gg-s know i’m the hottest
i’m the one that got his city poppin’
man, this rap sh-t was an option and then i started get deposits
every city i’m in, i’m popular, y’all n-gg-s don’t get acknowledged
every b-tch i’m with, i’m droppin’ her if she ain’t got no mileage
i’m dressed up with no stylist, got a hundred racks with no college
that little rat got a thunder cat, time to f-ck her and her mama
got a new watch like what is that? that presidential, obama
if the b-tch bad, need a sponsor
i dress the p-ssy in commas
i bought her t-ts and that donkey
she had her shakin’ that monkey
now my living room is a stick-up room, lookin’ like liv on monday
or maybe did i mean sunday?
well f-ck it, we all got money
y’all n-gg-s ain’t gettin’ like this, y’all n-gg-s can’t live like this
y’all n-gg-s ain’t touchin’ no chips, y’all n-gg-s ain’t f-ck no bad b-tch
y’all n-gg-s ain’t get no hoes, y’all n-gg-s ain’t got no goals
y’all n-gg-s, y’all get exposed, she f-ckin’, that’s how it go
y’all n-gg-s still cuffin’ on b-tches, y’all n-gg-s ain’t gettin’ no minutes
we astros in the last inning, my n-gg-s be steady winning
my label is independent, that mean i touch all the digits
that mean i get all the listens, i ice my team, no lipton
i’m k!llin’ it, oj simpson, my benjamins always crippin’
givenchy got me drippin’, versaces got me trippin’
i’m runnin’ ’round with the chi-chi, i’m livin’ like i’m in paris
these b-tches, they talkin’ ’bout, “oui, oui”
f-ck her once and then i repeat
cartiers on my frames, i don’t think these n-gg-s can see me
livin’ life like i’m drake, like kiki, do you love me?
i’m up next, i couldn’t wait, all you other n-gg-s can cheerlead
my diamonds punctuate and they speaking clearly
they want me to hit my brakes, but i’m cruisin’ in a ten-speed
i had to do what it takes, i think they really hear me
i separated from snakes unless it’s on my gucci
got disco on my face, my wrist is lookin’ groovy
no cisco on my chain, can’t do no platinum jewelry
got citgo in my veins, i’m smokin’ on that louis
your b-tch screamin’ my name, i hit her with the two-piece
i teenaged all my chains, they need to go to juvie
stop it, just drop it, like who is he?
who is me? crash rarri
dash rarri, dash rarri
i go, it go skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt

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