Rare
Yea
Won't change on my bro for no hoe, yea
Ice on my wrist is so cold, yea
No cap I'm too real I can't fold, yea
I can't ever sell my soul
I got on expensive clothes, yea
Your bitch don't wanna leave me alone, yea
I came from nothing I glowed, yea
Nigga you pussy you told
We can fuck but you know I won't eat it
Bend that shit over I beat it
Roll up gelato, the drugs yea I need it
Sneak diss but smile in my face I can see it
Don't trust a soul, the fake love you can keep
Ride round' with tints and my bro got the heater
V lone on my body, my diamonds look cleaner
Think on my own I don't follow the leader
They say I won't make it I made them believers
Got a bad bitch on my line she a diva
In love with blue hunnids she know I don't need her
I pour up that port by the liter
The dick make her jump like she having a seizure
She left her nigga she said I go deeper
Do it on my own, no I don't need a feature
Yea, yea
She ain't seen a nigga this rare, yea
Pull up the drip make her stare, yea
If it's smoke then we do not play fair, yea
That pussy for me I don't share
Thank God for my mama and prayer
Your nigga a lame can't compare
I dig in her guts like a bear
Don't you go blind from my diamonds they glare
Won't change on my bro for no hoe, yea
Ice on my wrist is so cold, yea
No cap I'm too real I can't fold, yea
I can't ever sell my soul
I got on expensive clothes, yea
Your bitch don't wanna leave me alone, yea
I came from nothing I glowed, yea
Nigga you pussy you told
We can fuck but you know I won't eat it
Bend that shit over I beat it
Roll up gelato, the drugs yea I need it
Sneak diss but smile in my face I can see it
Don't trust a soul, the fake love you can keep
Ride round' with tints and my bro got the heater
V lone on my body, my diamonds look cleaner
Think on my own I don't follow the leader
They say I won't make it I made them believers
Got a bad bitch on my line she a diva
In love with blue hunnids she know I don't need her
I pour up that port by the liter
The dick make her jump like she having a seizure
She left her nigga she said I go deeper
Do it on my own, no I don't need a feature
Yea, yea
She ain't seen a nigga this rare, yea
Pull up the drip make her stare, yea
If it's smoke then we do not play fair, yea
That pussy for me I don't share
Thank God for my mama and prayer
Your nigga a lame can't compare
I dig in her guts like a bear
Don't you go blind from my diamonds they glare
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Writer(s): Jefe Franscesco
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