Rara

I'm speaking that rara shit
Shake that Maraca bitch
(Yeah)
Let's go
Hola mami Lo siento I'm sorry
I know you hate me
Ima be myself
Don't need no help
Can't you tell
I'm loving you

Nobody else
Nobody else
Nobody else
Nobody else
(Huh)

My Pocahontas
Can't you tell
You a living goddess
Girl you the finest
Little astonished
Had me attached
I overreact
Can't you tell
You had me snatched

Can't you tell
Can't you tell
Can't you tell
Can't you tell
Can't you tell
Can't you tell

You had me on a spell
Bad little vibe
You was from hell
I couldn't tell
Keep it a bean
Know I be in the scene
Would you have loved me
If I was a marine
Can't you tell
In Quarantine
Kitty so clean
A little crazy
But that's my queen
Shawty mean
Saint Augustine
In magazine
What I dreamed
Diffusing screen
Edible bean
Loving the scene

Can't you tell
You Mixed with Chanel
Expensive taste
God made you well
You liked the chase
But I'm back to my senses
I gave you space

Can't you tell
Can't you tell
Can't you tell
Can't you tell
Can't you tell

Ima be honest
I wasn't myself
Holding you back
Yeah that was whack
Little immature
Found the cure
Can't you tell
Can't you tell

You got me confused
Missing them nudes
Said I was rude
I tried to assume
(Yeah)
(Yeah)

(Let's go) I'm speaking that rara shit
Shake that Maraca bitch
Hola mami Lo siento I'm sorry
I know you hate me
Ima be myself
Don't need no help
Can't you tell
I'm loving you
Nobody else
Nobody else
(Yeah)
Nobody else
Go

But I'm making racks
Went to Monaco
Yeah I move Dolo
I'm a Haitian narco
I get my dough
That's how I grow
I did a show
I fucked that hoe
I feel like rico
She love to swallow
This ain't no porno
Taste the rainbows 
You get my lingo
You get my lingo

Use your tools
Tablespoon
Good afternoon
This life a cartoon
What did I choose
Afraid to lose

SmooveTheGreat that's me
(Yeah)
Heavyweight gonna be
(Yeah)
Heavyweight gonna be
(Yeah)
Heavyweight gonna be
(Yeah)
Heavyweight gonna be

I'm a boss
Young Rick Ross
Round of applause
A nigga in charge
SmooveTheGreat that's me (Yeah)
I'm the champ
Put a stamp
No debate
Fuck the fame
Music my passion
I'm not ashamed
Love is a game
Gave you everything
I'll take the blame
We not the same
Can't you tell

You Mixed with Chanel
Expensive taste
God made you well
You liked the chase
But I'm back to my senses
I gave you space

Can't you tell
Can't you tell
Can't you tell

Can't you tell
Can't you tell
Can't you tell

Can't you tell
Can't you tell
Can't you tell
Can't you tell

Can't you tell
Can't you tell
Can't you tell
Can't you tell