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crash rarri - test drive lyrics

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d+mn, ty, you made this b+tch too

what the f+ck got into you

it’s raw when you need cash only

can i get a test drive?

she said she wanna know everything that had happened in my life

i can’t give it to you now, i can give you test drive

i can tell you about the lessons, everything that made me cry

i can tell you about the bullets and my bacc was filled with knives

a lot of seasons, a lot of reasons that done kept me up at night

why i walk around, i’m paranoid, i’m carrying around a pipe

i done fell in love a couple times, but still can’t do that right

if i ever broke your heart, then i hope you found your type

i hope them people never get me, i’m still dealing, doing scams

they can’t connect the dots, cause i don’t post no pictures on the gram

i love my family, but every year i’m dodging uncle sam

i’m popping checcs inside a llc, cause i don’t give a d+mn

i change my addy every couple years, they think i’m out of town

i talk about bbls, but all my b+tches natural and brown

i keep it humble, but i know deep down, i really need the crown

if i could get away with everything, i’d put you in the ground

my mom and dad left me, i needed them the most

ain’t had no brothers, just each other, man, i lost hope

my sister in and out of juvie, other one a ho

all i had was fisher price and dice, i’m throwing sticcs and stones

thirteen, i was banging cs, sixteen ran away from home

n+ggas tryna set me up, b+tches tryna get me gone

getting jump, wiping blood, thinking how i went wrong

this is just a child inside the hood, it’s not a sad song

i’m happy for it, cause it turned me to a monster

i’m in cincinnati selling ye, it turned me to a sponsor

now every b+tch i’m out here calling bae, they love me more than momma

turning problems into dollars, but my dollars turn to problems

i’m in la out in atl, i’m living like a scholar

i f+cked a ho from georgia state, she look just like a model

i got bottle girls inside the crib, they bring me baby bottles

but i treat her like the doctor, succ the pain out and she swallow

i’m a leo, she a pisces, i don’t know enough about zodiacs

i’m swimming in her body, and i always check where brody at

cause i can’t lose n0body, man, this rap sh+t ain’t no hobby

it’s a diary for rarri

i can’t let you know everything, cause your ass will probably leave

just take me for who i am, cause all that other sh+t extra

if i ever get in trouble, i got places overseas

but i’m in this sh+t forever

and i promise i won’t let up

mustard ass n+ggas better catch up (ketchup)

cause all my n+ggas pull up with that presser (pressa)

we a get a n+gga stretched out and dressed up

but that’s the old rarri, but don’t worry, cause he next up

she said she wanna know everything that had happened in my life

i can’t give it to you now, i can give you test drive

i can tell you about the lessons, everything that made me cry

i can tell you about the bullets and my bacc was filled with knives

a lot of seasons, a lot of reasons that done kept me up at night

why i walk around, i’m paranoid, i’m carrying around a pipe

i done fell in love a couple times, but still can’t do that right

if i ever broke your heart, then i hope you found your type

ah

ah

ah

okay okay

okay okay

can i get a test drive?

- crash rarri lyrics

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