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lirik lagu racer – rockie fresh

[verse: rockie fresh]
we really gotta do it this time, running lights at the funeral line
feeling like the two with the three behind
young n*ggas smoking blunts but i’m free in my mind
seeing the signs, you know my n*ggas coming correct
self*made buzz gotta show us respect
say she impressed by the tinit on my neck
see the wrist and rolls and she wanna neglect? no
she wanna snort powder, she wanna see the towers
(f*ck on me for hours)
yeah, i’m livin’ like a dope dealer but the rap game paying more figures
don’t know what they told n*ggas
i’m the one that showed n*ggas
teach you the game, i come through really big bro n*ggas
i remember gettin’ no figures
now the bad b*tches want pictures and they wanna f*ck with us
yeah, she want chanel bags
rich and she wanna go tell that
her man say ball? where the stash at?
n*gga really ain’t a grab but he cap that (cap that)
d*mn, now he wanna battle rap (battle rap)
say he want beef, send the cattle back
snitch for the cheese, he a rat pack
i just pulled in a ride and it’s matte black, yeah
statements, he cannot retract that (retract that)
b*tch, i get money, he lack that (lack that)
i need a crib for my parents (my parents)
his momma lookin’ embarrassed (embarrassed)
these n*ggas way too anxious (too anxious)
really these n*ggas should thank us (thank us)
rap game way too dangerous (too dangerous)
you ain’t even gotta be famous (famous)
[chorus: rockie fresh]
but you could still ride in the latest, yeah
have b*tches that’s doing you favors
i gotta get to this paper
i need a crib with some acres
she wanna ball like a laker
but i got no time to layup
she do the shots with no chaser
i push the coupe like a racer
i push the coupe like a racer
i push the coupe like a racer
i push the coupe like a racer
i push the coupe like a racer
and i am not stopping for strangers (nah)
nah, b*tch i can’t save you
i push the coupe like a racer
i push the coupe like a racer

[verse: vic mensa]
i’m mashing the gass on a [dayun?], pyer moss sneakers on that’s a rare find
twelve get behind me i’m runnin’ like dmc, don’t want no tmz headlines
you know what it is with me, i’m moving differently can’t let them poison my energy
you shot yourself in the foot just by dissing me, now we just putting you out of your misery
we ain’t seen you n*ggas outside with your dawgs, that sh*t’s a scooby*doo mystery
she in my dms but she your bm, she swallow my kids she ain’t kissing me (*smooth,* *smooth*)
it’s just the prince in me, my ralph lauren purple label
i’m making young money, freeky got the draco
hit yo boy up now it’s blood on my ‘fazos
stop that cap, “vic ain’t this, vic ain’t that”
vic in that rick head to toe where it’s warrin’
red light on the bl!ck, now you think i’m recordin’
she give me psychology i call it freudian
i be with four ‘n’em, they tryna fold ’em
i cannot fold, i’m not an accordion
they say they looking for us and we ain’t avoiding ’em
[2nd chorus: rockie fresh]
and we gon’ ride in the latest
got b*tches that’s doing us favors
i gotta get to this paper
i need a crib with some acres
she wanna ball like a laker
but i got no time to layup
she do the shots with no chaser
i push the coupe like a racer
i push the coupe like a racer
i push the coupe like a racer
i push the coupe like a racer
i push the coupe like a racer
and i am not stopping for strangers (nah)
nah, b*tch i can’t save you (i can’t save you)
i push the coupe like a racer
i push the coupe like a racer

- rockie fresh

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