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sharc - gta raf city lyrics

[intro]
yo, pi’erre, you wanna come out here?
haha, you already know what’s up with me
i know my [?], n+gga
what’s up?

[chorus]
gang with me, he ain’t ’bout grrt, can’t hang with me
palm angels me, [?]
kod, f+ckin’ it up, [?]
they hatin’ on me, run up, get duppy, let ’em squeeze
gang ot, tell the promoter don’t play with [?]
grams of mdma on me, 4×4, whip it like grand theft auto
livin’ like grand theft auto, vice city strip club, smash the foreign
in [?] with ‘matics on me, shawty get wet like a patek for me

[verse 1]
[?] for real, i’m whippin’ big wheels, i still keep the digit scale
crackin’ the seal, give a f+ck how they feel, tell ’em we come from h+ll
[?] pay for her nails, she make me come excessive
like i’m pakistan, [?], don’t go outside for insta
ran through dapper dan collection, amiri, they tattered denim
used to sell crack [?], interior raf the bentley
they said we wouldn’t have sh+t, n+gga, the surgeon put plastic in her
i’m playin’ with plastics with her, won’t [?] co+defendant
ricky down to the floor in front of the store, tell youngin my toaster workin’
go beat up yo’ ho when you get home, can’t [?] for certain
she actin’ [?], try flex in the dm, i’m gettin’ her throat in person
yeah, you look like [?], i let ’em bite the perky
[chorus]
gang with me, he ain’t ’bout grrt, can’t hang with me
palm angels me, [?]
kod, f+ckin’ it up, [?]
they hatin’ on me, run up, get duppy, let ’em squeeze
gang ot, tell the promoter don’t play with [?]
grams of mdma on me, 4×4, whip it like grand theft auto
livin’ like grand theft auto, vice city strip club, smash the foreign
in [?] with ‘matics on me, shawty get wet like a patek for me

[verse 2]
ten pack, fifty pack, hundred pack
hundred shots, got logos [?]
[?], beat ’em with the back the glock
givenchy flop, hop in ‘rari, spin the block
dirty dirtys, dummy birdy, sell [?]
kitchen with the k!llers, ’round the fire like a camp
rollin’ like [?], poppin’ tesla, [?]
white boy buyin’ dog food, make a milli’ off the samsung
tired of neiman’s, did that, did saks
big facts, big bag, back back
go get a pack, y’all n+ggas lack racks
he in the trap, ask him “where the hoes at?”

- sharc lyrics

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