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justin rarri - w2briscoe lyrics

[intro]
hmm
hmmm
yeah, hmm+hmm
yeah, hmm ahh
yeah, in the room (boom boom)
b+tch i feel like no cap with the
b+tch i feel like no cap with the

[chorus]
b+tch i feel like no cap with the pac, wockhardt
he got a drac, n+gga give me a reason spend a couple bands, getchu knocked off
we gone spin the whole block with fire shoot a big 45 or fn, big fire
and she ask why i’m like this, ain’t telling no business
keep that sh+t a bean, it ain’t my fault
i got goons that be living like rockstars
why you acting like you ain’t get popped on
i just got a bnb, got a whole freak b+tch, catch me upstairs getting topped off
got a big fn, f+ck n+gga i ain’t playing shootin’ up his head, get crossed off
wе gon’ murder sh+t already know it
we gonе play the whole block like guitars
he thought he seen what i saw, he ain’t saw it

[verse 1]
watch me act like a thot, i’m r+t+rded
boy you stupid if you think we sparing
n+ggas know what the real, i got a whole lotta steel
we aunt talking, we sparking
bought a thick bad b+tch a birkin
i got a whole lotta bottles like nurses
momma caught me with a rock, i was working
i was stuck up in the trap with a purpose
357 baby
i just bought a new glock and a sig
told that b+tch suck my d+ck ’til the day i bleed
man, the way n+ggas hit em embarrassing
b+tch i spent a whole bag, i got real commas
brodie got four bodies, he a real drummer
made a whole stack off them pints
catch a opp, we gone zip em up, that n+gga sealed em
[chorus]
b+tch i feel like no cap with the pac, wockhardt
he got a drac, n+gga give me a reason spend a couple bands, getchu knocked off
we gone spin the whole block with fire shoot a big 45 or fn, big fire
and she ask why i’m like this, ain’t telling no business
keep that sh+t a bean, it ain’t my fault
i got goons that be living like rockstars
why you acting like you ain’t get popped on
i just got a bnb, got a whole freak b+tch, catch me upstairs getting topped off
got a big fn, f+ck n+gga i ain’t playing shootin’ up his head, get crossed off
we gon’ murder sh+t already know it
we gone play the whole block like guitars
he thought he seen what i saw, he ain’t saw it

[verse 2]
ferragamo
holding up big gucci
i told that boy, “get the f+ck out my face,” tryna act like he been knew me
my shotta stay holding them big uzi’s
with dracs in the back, no we ain’t tunechi
if you see us inside of the party, my n+ggas always looking for the opps
tryna catch a n+gga, bust em at his noggin
look what i’m doing now, i’m mackin wit b+tches
we spinning, we wooing ’em
put the phones in the back, man, this b+tch is annoying now
i’m that n+gga right now so they wanna run down
young as h+ll with them racks, they like f+ck, “how he doing that”
man, the money make these hoes wetty, he screamin, on stretchers
she thinking back, and regretting she left me
keep the snipe to right like my first name wesley
now your mama crying, take it easy
now your sister talking nypd
shorty asking when a n+gga gon’ see me
booling wit my mackballer and sometimes my deelzey
fell in love with them racks
heard he keep a lil duece as a strap
n+gga slime briscoe get ’em inna back
heard a n+gga out ’cause he got a lil strap, know he ain’t bout it
[chorus]
b+tch i feel like no cap with the pac, wockhardt
he got a drac, n+gga give me a reason spend a couple bands, getchu knocked off
we gone spin the whole block with fire shoot a big 45 or fn, big fire
and she ask why i’m like this, ain’t telling no business
keep that sh+t a bean, it ain’t my fault
i got goons that be living like rockstars
why you acting like you ain’t get popped on
i just got a bnb, got a whole freak b+tch, catch me upstairs getting topped off
got a big fn, f+ck n+gga i ain’t playing shootin’ up his head, get crossed off
we gon’ murder sh+t already know it
we gone play the whole block like guitars
he thought he seen what i saw, he ain’t saw it

- justin rarri lyrics

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