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crash rarri - finished lyrics

y’all boy is finished n+gga, i told y’all n+ggas finished n+gga
me and my gang n+gga two two three man y’all know we climb n+gga we are your worse nightmare n+gga
y’all go to sleep n+gga y’all dream bout this sh+t n+gga
we live this sh+t n+gga, y’all boy dumb man
that people sh+t man, that sh+t right right
i wish them n+ggas would have listened, that we ain’t stuck in the kitchen y’all n+ggas ball from the benches, gotta f+ck with y’all from a distance i drop it too then i mix it, i gave my dope in extension
i turn my clothes into christian, we just got started you finished i don’t know way i be scorching, we dropping sh+lls on your porches went from impalas to porches, codeine cowboy pushing horse windows whеn sellers the floor, onе cl!cky it open the door back seat curtain for the horse, i think they f+ck with the boy back to her i need to scout, my place comin’ in and out we cruise control in the route, my phone keep hitting like ouch i’m flying birds to the south, i’m putting t++th in they mouth like 23 in the puoch, f+ck beef we shooting it out
i swear these n+gga’s don’t listen, i think they dead to the key my dope is hitting they flinching, left two more hits on your b+tch i like my guns like my b+tches, they get extended with clips
i stopped pretending i’m rich, i’m really living this sh+t
don’t know these n+ggas but i know they hoes and all that they be don’t kiss and tell he’ll go to jail for what you did in my crib ain’t starting hoes i’m stunning bows, i get them gone in the jeep no nine to five but i’ve gat five nines put you in you in a spliff
i wish them n+ggas would have listened, that we ain’t stuck in the kitchen y’all n+ggas ball from the benches, gotta f+ck with y’all from a distance i drop it too then i mix it, i gave my dope in extension
i turn my clothes into christian, we just got started you finished
i don’t know way i be scorching, we dropping sh+lls on your porches went from impalas to porches, codeine cowboy pushing horse windows when sellers the floor, one cl!cky it open the door back seat curtain for the horse, i think they f+ck with the boy i seen you chick boy you done, your b+tch she call me the one don’t get respect for you son, might hit your hoe from the front my pockets lit like the clumps, your diamonds don’t even punch we eat fellini’s for lunch, cl!ck all bellini’s i’m drunk
this b+tch she’s stripping i’m tipping she tryna get out my wand i pray the two two three i guess that make son of a gun
i put them bands up on his head i guess he gone gonna run
my shooters feared and then they don’t beg they wanna k!ll you for fun these cubins hang around my neck got me walking in a hush
i make it happen, i’m the captain they call me in the crunch
your rebel b+tch gon eat my d+ck so imma call her a munch
i should have switched i never miss, i guess i’m making a point
i wish them n+ggas would have listened, that we ain’t stuck in the kitchen y’all n+ggas ball from the benches, gotta f+ck with y’all from a distance i drop it too then i mix it, i gave my dope in extension
i turn my clothes into christian, we just got started you finished
i don’t know way i be scorching, we dropping sh+lls on your porches went from impalas to porches, codeine cowboy pushing horse windows when sellers the floor, one cl!cky it open the door
back seat curtain for the horse, i think they f+ck with the boy
i think they f+ck with the boy
i think they f+ck with the boy

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