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letra de rare l - tory lanez

[intro: mona masrour]
berätta, berätta
du kunde inte hålla dig till ett lag
berätta, inte lätt att vara äkta
berätta, du kunde inte hålla dig till ett lag (yeah, uh)

[chorus]
my ex woke up to a rare l
leavin’ me, she’ll probably never wear chanel
couple threesomes that i don’t care to share
steppin’ on these n-ggas in a pair of twelves
i be off the fly and i do very well
school a b-tch who ever tryna share and tell
you had her and i had her so it’s wear and tеar
and them b-tches know a n-gga very wеll
[verse 1]
scr-ppin’ through my closet, what the f-ck i’m ’bout to wear
it ain’t even i ain’t got it, it’s too much in here, yeah
shop and treat my closet like a bank, i make deposits
only fly n-ggas overwhelmed by their closet
dollars like a d-ck and sh-t i got ’em for a profit
game like rips in my jeans, they in my pocket
twenty-three b-tches on the sand yellin’, “not it”
tell me f-ck is a tab when a n-gga always got it?

[refrain]
she ain’t got a lot, she know me very well
i deserve it all, i did it for myself
got it on my own, that’s how you stand out (yeah)
you know i never asked for no handouts
[verse 2]
yeah
two years back they tried to play me like olympic sports
smokin’ n-ggas like sha’carri, that’s why they took me off the course
but never took me off, of course
that’s when i build a wall and fortress
and everything is tall and gorgeous
nft influenced the world, how i gotta check it
first artist to go platinum, fifty-seven seconds
i used to be with scammers, empty out your checkings
foreign whippin’, hate to stand, envy in our blessings
in bahamas, drinkin’ goombay punch
i’m at the fry, takin’ pictures of my new day lunch
i’m up at cheetahs throwin’ bahamian money at strippers
i told her, “calm down, fourteen rooms in this compound, for real
you live in opa-locka, boy, i land there
double r, stampin’ on the engine of the plane, yeah
ever paid a hundred stacks to stay in there (oh, lord)
one umbrella, 2022, ain’t playin’ fair

[refrain]
she ain’t got a lot, she know me very well
i deserve it all, i did it for myself
got it on my own, that’s how you stand out (yeah)
you know i never asked for no handouts
[chorus]
my ex woke up to a rare l
leavin’ me, she’ll probably never wear chanel
couple threesomes that i don’t care to share
steppin’ on these n-ggas in a pair of twelves
i be off the fly and i do very well
school a b-tch who ever tryna share and tell
you had her and i had her so it’s wear and tear
and them b-tches know a n-gga very well

[outro]
ooh, when it ain’t love
when it’s fake love
ooh, when it ain’t love
god, i know it ain’t love
ooh, when it ain’t love
when it’s fake love
ooh, when it ain’t love
god, i know it ain’t love

- tory lanez

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