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justin rarri - 8lbs lyrics

[intro]
b-tch i’m lil rarri but you know i’m calling all the shots

[verse 1]
young n-gga hop out with a new jag
put 40 bands in the book bag
i’ma f-ck that lil’ b-tch and finesse her
i took 30 right off of the dresser
20 bands on my neck i ain’t lose that
we don’t f-ck with you n-gga then move back
pocket rocket young n-gga gone shoot that
full loaded clip in the book bag
i’m the wave ain’t no motherf-ckin’ durag
30 will push your whole dude back
who the f-ck in the place n-gga who that
i just beat that lil p-ssy that loose cat
he a blood that n-gga a bool bat
motherf-cker you p-ssy like who cap
im bonceited these n-ggas they knew that
i don’t f-ck with n0body so move back

[chorus]
i just f-cked a lil’ b-tch in the a
went to the plug stole a draco
drilling up in your place if i say so
i don’t play with my money no play dough
peep the ice on my neck i’m anemic
n-gga hop out the 40 i’m beaming
see the blood in his face and he leaking
just like kodak i be the lil’ demon

8lbs b-tch i made off a l!ck
need to chill cause i’m boutta get rich
big sound they like how you did this
n-ggas trippin’ they fold like a b-tch
p-ss down n-gga all on my wrist
i just f-ck her i don’t got to kiss
bling blow n-gga you see the rainbow
punch a n-gga with all diamond fists

all the diamonds vvs
i just f-ck with new hoes not my exes yeah
20 bands i might go buy her a new necklace
b-tch don’t call my brodie wildin’ yea he reckless

[verse 2]
all my diamonds cuban linked up
i got b-tches trying to link up
now lil’ shorty trying to call up
think a n-gga stupid aww look
i’m just finna thrasher i be k!lling it
n-gga i’m the don don diddley
n-ggas talking they ain’t k!lling me
had to drop the shorty i ain’t feeling it
imma whip up the foreign a new bag
n-gga cooking i call it the stu crack
i just f-cked your lil b-tch you ain’t knew that
if i’m doley i might bring the 2 back
i do not know where your boo at
she was topping my bro i ain’t notice
b-tch i come off the dome i ain’t wrote this
b-tch i’m shining i don’t need no rolex

[chorus]
just f-cked a lil b-tch in the a
went to the plug stole a draco
drilling up in your place if i say so
i don’t play with my money no play dough
peep the ice on my neck i’m anemic
n-gga hop out the 40 i’m beaming
see the blood in his face and he leaking
just like kodak i be the lil demon

8lbs b-tch i made off a l!ck
need to chill cause i’m boutta get rich
big sound they like how you did this
n-ggas trippin they fold like a b-tch
p-ss down n-gga all on my wrist
i just f-ck her i dont got to kiss
bling blow n-gga you see the rainbow
punch a n-gga with all diamond fists

[verse 3]
b-tch i remember
for them nights we done hit up a cold l!ck made a crazy december
daddy really never gave me no nun so when i make it it’ll be all for my momma
n-gga thought that we was best friends but i peep that you changing it was for the better
dont compare me to a motherf-cking pee
blow the choppa blow it right on his feet
i done like 50 bands in a week
plug callin n-gga took all the ps
opps callin trying find where i sleep
on the block wildn n-gga f-ck with a g
b-tch i promise i done shed many tears
f-ck they talking trying to end my career
mouth shining call it new chandelier
big rarri i done signed up a deal

[outro]
all the diamonds vvs
i just f-ck with new hoes not my exes yeah
20 bands i might go buy her a new necklace
b-tch don’t call my brodie wildin yea he reckless

- justin rarri lyrics

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