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lil rae - no rentals lyrics

[intro: lil rae]
huh, huh, what’s happenin’?
huh, d+mn, d+mn, d+mn
uh, godd+mn
come on

[verse 1: lil rae & big yavo]
and i feel like uncle ruckus, swear i hate all of these n+ggas
he so greener than an apple on a tree, let all [?] (i know you remember)
we was on the backstreet, 3d, almost flipped
i know one n+gga that used to dance, can’t dance no more, he crippled
he on the ‘gram talkin’ ’bout, “who send them shots?” lil’ boy, you know who sent ’em
these hoes all over lil rae, i feel like malcolm in the middle
ain’t graduate from [?] hatin’, graduated from [bunch middle?]
come through in hoes and we can wreck these b+tches, these are not no rentals (skrrt)

[verse 2: big yavo]
ayy, this is not a rental, b+tch, i can crash this whip (i can crash that whip)
you would think i work for santa claus, it’s a ton of bags in here (ton of bags)
n+gga, you can tell i been on my grind, i got skater [?] drip (drip)
i put rubber bands around my clip, n+gga, i don’t need a grip (frrt, frrt)

[interlude: big yavo]
i just— (frrt)
i just, ha
i just, f+ck
[verse 3: big yavo]
i just feel like all these n+ggas cappers (cap), all they do is yappers (yap)
n+ggas ain’t never been inside that trap (no), swingin’ bullets while they rappin’ (uh+uh)
n+gga, knock over this high+ass cup of lean and watch what happen (watch)
better not think ’bout grabbin’ ice, i won’t think twice to up and clap him
i ain’t the type to make a diss, i ain’t say sh+t when ++++ got fired (fah, fah)
i’m the type to spoil a n+gga b+tch and pick her for the drought (come here)
take a thick [?] b+tch and put her ‘cross my lap (thick sh+t)
ridin’ with luggage and we almost backed, better not fire up no black (better not)
i’m ridin’ with sharkboy, boy, duh, i’m clutchin’ fans (clutchin’ one)
got no gen, you can’t hop in (uh+uh)
you would think the opps had germs how lil’ bruh hop out this b+tch sprayin’ (frrt, tuh, tuh)

[verse 4: lil rae]
told the bros, “when we go out of town, need two hoes when i land”
she keep playin’ with lil rae, so i hit two more of her friends
so much dough she stucked inside my pants, broke my whole rubber band
just give me one chance, i’ma show you somethin’, the kid don’t do no playin’
that’s some bad lil’ sh+t (nah), i will not play ’bout my b+tch
it’s some f+cked up bad lil’ shorty, already know how lil rae get
diablo for president
all these p+ssy n+ggas cap+rappin’, they need to get [?]

- lil rae lyrics

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