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Justin Rarri – 2 SEATER Lyrics

Justin Rarri – 2 SEATER Lyrics
Justin Rarri – 2 SEATER Lyrics

Justin Rarri – 2 SEATER Lyrics Hop inna floor two seater
Tell her bring all your friends i need em
Becky go for the bro cuz she a eater
Imma hit it again then go and feed her
She know that im a boss coupe beater
Heard da bricks broke the scale new meter
now they mad as a f— cuz ion need em
Puttin on for the gang we all conceited

2020 she gon see imma ball
7am we might f— on the floor
100,000 i aint even on tour
Scooped her in a bmw car
I got more money then your daddy of course
N—– thuggin f—– on all ya broad
I been cold hearted n—- back from the start
I aint into making all these friends so get off me

I just messed up again countin all of the guap
In back of the rafe
I got bad b—— hunnit and 50 round drums they gon hit out the face
B—- im rich so we f—– inside of a mansion just me and my bae
Bought her new louie & chanel
Disrespect out the mouth imma wish em well

Shawty know imma fortune teller diamonds all on my neck look like wishing wells
Tell dat boy i aint stupid n—- keep em wrapped in the closet he finna tell
I got too many glocks peeking out of the pocket these n—– they see and tell
At the end of the day
I got racks in the safe
I just f—– on a bad b—-
I aint settling for nobody especially no average
Shorty gon act like a model but she from the hood so she know bout a migga make a little pack turn into figures
Gotta broke n—- mad you dont know the feeling
Counting all the bread up with all my n—–

2020 she gon see imma ball
7am we might f— on the floor
100,000 i aint even on tour
Scooped her in a bmw car
I got more money then your daddy of course
N—– thuggin f—– on all ya broad
I been cold hearted n—- back from the start
I aint into making all these friends so get off me

I just messed up again countin all of the guap
In back of the rafe
I got bad b—— hunnit and 50 round drums they gon hit out the face
B—- im rich so we f—– inside of a mansion just me and my bae
I got a racks n—- all up inside of the bank n—- f— what you think

Brodie peeping he tweaking my n—- gon shoot at your brain
And the way that im breaking her back you gon think im insane
Whole d— inside of her
If i see me a baddy I gotta f—
That brand new whip got piles of them
All my n—– they with it they down to bust
Imma go far n—-
Drive that s— like a go kart n—-
Paint the face like im cozart n—-
Peep the stars in the rolls royce n—-
F— em all i avoid all n—–
They dont know what the f— i be on
I got the coldest heart
Only me and my n—– on god
F— what they talking cuz

2020 she gon see imma ball
7am we might f— on the floor
100,000 i aint even on tour
Scooped her in a bmw car
I got more money then your daddy of course
N—– thuggin f—– on all ya broad
I been cold hearted n—- back from the start
I aint into making all these friends so get off me

I just messed up again countin all of the guap
In back of the rafe
I got bad b—— hunnit and 50 round drums they gon hit out the face
B—- im rich so we f—– inside of a mansion just me and my bae
Bought her new louie & chanel
Disrespect out the mouth imma wish em well

At the end of the day
I got racks in the safe

CHVSE & PFV – Boi lyrics

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