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justin rarri - strong (extended/alternate version) lyrics

[verse 1: justin rarri]
b_tch you left me with a broken heart
i was breakin’ down bad on my birthday
i done seen all the fake in the worst way
and my brother cross me in the worst way
and it’s easy to say, i was stupid all along
how the f_ck you gon’ break? a lil’ n_gga i had to be strong
don’t want no question ’bout my life, i gotta big reason, i don’t do a song with them n_ggas
them n_ggas don’t hang with real k!llers
and you know that i’m unforgiving
and he taking that deuce right out his backpack, yeah
big ol’ 30, gon’ knock his face, i’m shootin’ them black gats, yeah

[bridge: justin rarri]
all them, n_ggas they cappin’, they stretchin’ the cap, they be strechin’ the fitted, i call ’em yo gotti
all in my dm talking ’bout a bm, the f_ck you gon’ do? you ain’t clap at n0body
i got sky dweller, tell a b_tch i’m the plug, i be swaggin’ all over the mazi’
inside the burberry, find a 30 round clip, only shoot if i bust at your noggin’

[verse 2: justin rarri]
whole gang behind me, if you get it f_cked up that’s rip
they gon’ have to go some new white tees
and she feel safer around me
i got respect in my city, lil’ b_tch, go ‘head, try to k!ll me
i’ma hurt your whole family feelings (yeah)
i’ma let you know, you dying with me
because, b_tch i be that baby devil
blood on my balenciagas
b_tch we shootin’ ain’t no problem
bro want that, he know i got him
thirty deep up, in your place
fifty deep, if you want rake
young rich n_gga, i feel like mase
i said, young rich n_gga, i feel like mase

[chorus: justin rarri]
i’ma f_ck on your treesh and then count on my cake
let ’em get you real quick, while i hop on a plane
when they talking that sh_t, all up down on your name
what the f_ck you wan’ know me? you just know my name
i’ma beat that lil’ bih like a batting rink
what the f_ck they be talking? they cappin’ it
got a 30 extended, i’m dragging it
all the lies that they told me, imagine ’em

[verse 3: lil poppa]
i just rolled me a blunt, i ain’t passin’ it
all of my jeans, i’m ashin’ it
and none of these glocks average
put faith to my brother, he blasting it
i done made it out, on some rapping sh_t
still in the hood, on some savage sh_t
my new b_tch only eat salmon
she somewhere watchin’ her calories
probably somewhere f_ckin’ in cali
i used to post up in the alley
i ain’t do all the talkin’, don’t @ me
i pull up if you send an addy
when i hit it, she call me daddy
big dawg, don’t do no braggin’
all the drip, let’s talk ’bout fashion
hard work let’s talk ’bout passion
tote this heat like a dragon
plenty hoes, like a pagent
this .40 automatic, i hop in then i dash in it
let’s skrt, put her on a perc
i heard her say she hurts
now that should work, you don’t need a nurse
call me if it get worse
her p_ssy wet, i’m finna surf
b_tch i’m a hot boy, like i’m turk
signed to the streets like i’m durk
stop hatin’, n_gga get you a verse
all this snitchin’ probably get you hurt
all the dissin’ probably get you a shirt
and if i said it then i meant, i’m not twistin’ up my words
i’m probably posted in the middle of street, holdin’ up birds
like f_ck the world, f_ck my old girl and b_tch f_ck what you heard
and come around with the rider now you just might get served
put my trust in n_ggas word and got everything i deserved

[verse 4: justin rarri]
i moved out the x, like 3 years ago
new city, with some spanish hoes
say they jack me now, they ain’t did before
i was busy selling glass, i ain’t give a f_ck
run it up, a n_gga got a load
i ain’t really go to high school
i was trippin’ off, boy my momma know
f_ck they talking ’bout, i ain’t really from the a
shut your f_cking mouth, how you really do me dirty?
but then get tight when i don’t jack n_ggas
b_tch i’m from the bx, i might go to pa for a week and flip another pack
i don’t chill with n0body, don’t know how to act
i got b_tches on molly, sippin on that yak
they be telling me “baby boy, keep your head”
i be telling ’em “b_tch i’m always with that lead”

[bridge: justin rarri]
all them, n_ggas they cappin’, they stretchin’ the cap, they be strechin’ the fitted, i call ’em yo gotti
all in my dm talking ’bout a bm, the f_ck you gon’ do? you ain’t clappin’ n0body
i got sky dweller, tell a b_tch i’m the plug, i be swaggin’ all over the mazzi’
inside the burberry, find a 30 round clip, only shoot if i bust at your noggin’

[outro: justin rarri]
if you get it f_cked up that’s rip
and she feel safer around me

- justin rarri lyrics

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