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crash rarri & rawbone - talk shit freestyle lyrics

i talk to bentley for 15 mins and she told me “lets get it”, i told her, “i got it” hopped on the beat i’m replenish ain’t serving no sentence
cause she know i’m sworn to the silence
n+ggas ain’t penny pinching
cause i’m rich and i’m crippin i’ll never die young with the roddy
both of my palms are itching
cause i’m stretching and stretching that dog put it in pilates
way too much money got 99 problems, 50 on 50 a hundred a solve it all of these b+tches they fucced on my n+ggas
can’t love on these hoes cause they fucced on my brudda
photo shoot baby just wait on the shutter
ball like i do they always gone double
mix me elixir in bacc of the sprinter i pop this lil perc then hoes all in trouble woc in the soda these n+ggas pullin us over somebody go call the promoter got sticcs and some bliccs in the rover
they roll down the window i know that they smell the aroma
bacarat baby, zaza is all in the air but its crazy cause i do not smoke it
but i’ll smoke a opp spinnin and spinnin again just so my n+ggas can roll it brand new h+llcat and its hard to control it
crash in a cat used to crash on a sofa
those was the days i was losing my focus now i pour up the potion my roof hocus pocus champange my seats so i guess imma toast it my b+tch a boss but she not omarosa my b+tch a stallion i beat like battalion she ride on this pony call her ponderosa wooo i’m goin too crazy right now
i had to take a lil breather
hold on
lets go
a lot of y’all n+ggas y’all hated my poccets inflated they bout to give birth incubate it
already feel like i made it i feel like the greatest i feel like i young cassius clay it
a lot of these b+tches want taste it
cause n+ggas they copy and paste it but yet i erase it
choppa on me like a stilt, we leaving em pelted
we leaving em tipped like a waitress
crazy how n+ggas hear this
and prolly still think that a n+gga ain’t talking bout nathan
lets talk about what y’all do for the clout
i’m good in my hood i can always come out n+ggas won’t shoot it but they love the shout won’t get them no money but sit on a couch playin the game trynna gout a ounce
i pity the fool boy you need a allowance pull out a 10 but that’s all you touch spend you a raccy now you in a crunch no food for you n+ggas i’m taking your lunch my phone it keep hitting its taking a punch fucc on yo bm i’m all in a rush
you still trynna wonder how she got her purse all imma say is the cat doa and that mouth it do a whole lot more than curse
hittin that bubble i know its gone burst i’m scr+pping up money when i hit the turf
junkies they calling 15th and the 1st
my poccets look like they got beat to the curb tats on my body a milli off words
abracadabra now you on a shirt
price of a life and i know what’s it worth
i’m bout to open up funeral service
insomniac n+ggas be making y’all nervous 223 n+ggas be making y’all nervous rarri he coming he better than ever
so i hope these n+ggas they know that’s its curtains

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