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letra de momma's boy - justin rarri

[verse 1]
disrespectful how you did me
know that i only ever tried to help you, yeah ah
i pray that before the backstabbing god’ll send you a warning (ou ou)
put my hand on the b-i-b-l-e
never took no advice that they tell me
lotta b-tches on my d-ck f-cked me up
seen my own mother snitchin’ and tellin’ it
and i promise you, shawty she holding her jealousy
drinkin lean, then you popped you a addy
i don’t gotta prove sh-t to the family
b-tch i’m gucci where i be, not cause of my daddy
14 hit a l!ck, took the sh-t from daddy
15 i was trappin’, i ain’t tell n0body
16 signed a deal, seen the family change
bullets hittin’ in a whole lotta range
yea i’m lit, but i’m filled up wit pain
still a make b-tch sing
know you peep the dripper when i came
smack a b-tch no rick james
all my n-gga strapped up already know how it is
imma d-ckhead, yea, a n-gga cold hearted
i ain’t really with the talkin’, we gon’ pop yo sh-t
for lil rarri, them n-ggas gon’ go all in

[chorus]
uh stop it
know they manipulating, these the complications of a rich n-gga, c-cky
don’t needa flood up my arm
give a f-ck bout no b-tch, this n-gga p-ssy, can’t stop me
never bring a n-gga in where i sleep
treat me like a lil n-gga r.i.p
i just want n-ggas flooded, hoppin’ out 3d
uh stop it
know they manipulating, these the complications of a rich n-gga, c-cky
don’t needa flood up my arm
give a f-ck bout no b-tch, this n-gga p-ssy, can’t stop me
never bring a n-gga in where i sleep
treat me like a lil n-gga r.i.p
i just want n-ggas flooded, hoppin’ out 3d
[verse 2]
f-ck around and send some demons and gorillas
ion need me a throne
i’m the king of the sh-t on my own
n-gga xxl on the money and hoes
i’m the hardest that’s comin’ right outta new york
pass the sh-t to the bro, he gon’ up, let it blow
little n-gga that really be rappin’ his sh-t
why do he got the k like osiris
’cause lil b-tch i be wit the violence
double spin around the block like we hop scotchin’, n-gga step on yo numbers
last time i checked, my check got more commas
lil n-gga i stay in the field wit them drummers
tell her open the louie v, look at the hunnids
all black, all black, like them n-ggas up to some
top me in the back of the h3 hummer
i got a feeling these n-ggas they faking, they smile with me
give a f-ck bout a dap, get away from me
n-ggas they hating i see it
f-ck up the vibe, boy a goof acting weird
kick the n-gga right out, don’t mean nothing to me
my old opp b-tch tryna cuff me
why she don’t let you f-ck?
n-gga because of me
n-gga keep it a hunnid, i keep it a g
flip a pack from the a to the muhf-ckin’ z
[chorus]
uh stop it
know they manipulating, these the complications of a rich n-gga, c-cky
don’t needa flood up my arm
give a f-ck bout no b-tch, this n-gga p-ssy, can’t stop me
never bring a n-gga in where i sleep
treat me like a lil n-gga r.i.p
i just want n-ggas flooded, hoppin’ out 3d

- justin rarri

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