Snowfall

Album cover art for "Snowfall" by CRASH RARRI

CRASH RARRI - Rap

Snowfall

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Duration: 3:11

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I used to think they was against me now I know it's envy I used to think they was against me now I know it's envy (Yea Yea) I used to think they was against me now I know it's envy Now they see a nigga getting money I got plenty (Yea) Fuelz Got That Heat I used to think they was against me now I know it's envy When you get that pape out the gate they get friendly Everybody wanna see you win until you winning Treat a pussy nigga like my son, who you kidding? I don't shoot the ones, got a nigga that a kill him I ain't never touched him, this choppa it a feel him If you got that drank bring it here we a seal them Better say the right number pussy nigga we a steal them Use to bring shiesty out Now I bring the baddies, and the addys, and the caddies out Now I bring the hoes wit the bows and the fatties out Use to think a hundred thousand dollars was a large amount Until I saw my bank account We can make it snowfall Tell em bring the franklins out Baby pull yo skirt down All that ass hanging out I just hit her body up Guess a nigga tank'n out Sold that nigga dry wall That is how you fake em out Two truccs filled with bad bitches, how you bring em out Walk into the house dicc out, who we scouting out? Skub came with the mushrooms, now I'm psychin out Big 42 let it swing, now we strike em out Hol up hol up hol up hol up Ain't you RARRI boy! Ain't you one them frontline niggas Ain't you Dolla's boy? I can get you punchlined nigga, leave em on the floor I can get you lunch lined nigga, tell em up the score Ask yo baby momma what she want She said she wanting more She been louie buccle belt tuggin Since we hit the door Only flying bitches and they friends If they all some whores Middle of the party get it started get on all fours Only reason why that girl dont like me I dont call more Only reason why that boy dont like me He dont ball more Smaccin white balls to yo city, doing par 4s Crime pays guess a nigga finna break the law more I used to think they was against me now I know it's envy When you get that pape out the gate they get friendly Everybody wanna see you win until you winning Treat a pussy nigga like my son, who you kidding? I don't shoot the ones, got a nigga that a kill him I ain't never touched him, this choppa it a feel him If you got that drank bring it here we a seal them Better say the right number pussy nigga we a steal them I use to let yall get yalls shit off I ain't never criss cross Now I heard you niggas talking down Now I'm pissed off I'm the hottest nigga from Columbus Like I'm in Christoph If I put this switch on I can get you switched off Boy please don't gamble with your life We knoccin chips off Yes I'll hit a nigga wife until my dicc soft But I can't hit no broke bitch Tell em that I'm fuccin rich Talkin bout six figure hoes, 550 whips Having so much motion, we can swipe for some new tits Got a doctor credit that can turn you to a new bitch In here whippin up a new baguette like its Ruth Chris Ear rings dumb, but this cuban is a doofus 911 trynna find where my roof is Call for the hoes follow us to the new crib When you get a bag like this you can call dibs Ashanti ass bitches in the crib acting foolish If you really having all them raccs nigga pull em out If you really having all them straps Why you talk it out? Poccet full of blues still snaccin at the Waffle House Yea I got a move, but I can't take you unless you use your mouth Playing with my zipper, dropping clues baby pull it out We the ones that put you on the news If you call us out Tell em put RARRI on the flyer Bring the ballers out The easy way to lose yo fuccin life Is to follow us out

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  • CRASH RARRI