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ff rarri - new to me lyrics

[intro: ff rarri]
whoa is that solo cam

[chorus: ff rarri]
all these f+cking racks in my pocket i’m like whoo (what)
b+tch wanna f+ck (who we)
i’m like who me
it’s a rarri lifestyle, all these hoes gon choose me
pull up in a foreign now these n+ggas acting like they knew me (skirt)
n+gga you new to me (who skirt)
n+gga you new to me i don’t know you
i’m smoking on cookie that sh+t straight from california

[verse 1: ff rarri]
riding around with my n+ggas
yeah a n+gga gotta get it
i got the rags to riches (racks)
i pull out the lot in the bag i’m hopping airport bags
they know it’s double f and rarri cash
i pull up foreign yeah i do the dash
louis on my feet, and it’s on my bag
we don’t call it drip (whoo)
we don’t call it swag
high fashion, yeah i’m rocking chrome heart tags
yeah i’m rocking chrome heart tags (ice)
pulling up with all the racks
you know i’m rarri i can’t pull up late yeah (skirt)
i’m on time
had to get that money and get that cake (cake)
turning up state to state yeah (state to state)
i don’t wanna play (wanna play)
i’m finna make it
pull up in a sp+ceship these n+ggas hating
25 on my wrist no debating
i got different color amiri jeans (amiri)
laughing to that bank i almost spilled my lean (yeah)
and you don’t even know what you buy
and my n+ggas did, they got it they supply (they supply)
on the curb when we swerve we so high
i got ice big rocks make you blind (big rocks)
i had to wait my time
i’m going up and that’s no lie

- ff rarri lyrics

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