Wherever Water Is

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CRASH RARRI - Rap

Wherever Water Is

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I was told the grass get greener wherever water is I heard the grass get greener wherever water is Can I get a test drive? I heard the grass get greener wherever water is That's why it's raining in the club where your daughter is They be like, RARRI, you the richest out your father's kids It's 30 inches on my bitches, that's a lot of wig Too many rappers in the city, that's a lot of mid I wipe my face with toilet paper, talk a lot of shit And I ain't vouchin' for you niggas, y'all is not legit And I ain't slouchin' on you bitches, I need every cent I'm havin' motion, havin' hoetion', I could be a P I'm whippin' up a check, I'm cookin' up a LLC And if she knew how much I got, she'll probably marry me And if the feds know what I do, they'll probably bury me I'm the type of nigga get the check and I don't flex it You the type of nigga get the tellin' on your section I'm the type of nigga fuck a model, I don't say shit I'm the type of nigga fuck a stripper and don't pay shit You the type of nigga that be hatin' on your mans Back door your nigga cause you didn't get a handout You the type of nigga sell fent to your friends But I'm the type of nigga that catch it and get you exed out I'm the type of nigga that catch it and get you checced out I just drop the top of my coupe, I pull the breast out We put the iron on your boy and get you pressed out Drop a 50 all on the toy, see how it test out Squeezin' lemons all on my oysters, we in the fish spot Walkin' to the back of the club, make sure my dish hot Only gotta look at the DJ and get my name dropped If my bitch hop out my whip, she'll make the lane stop If I drop this tape right now, I'll make the game stop Everybody wanna see what I been workin' on Y'all wouldn't believe me if I told you who I'm flirtin' on Big Rari, Southside Savior, I get my skirtin' on I'm out here fuccin' bitches' faces, I be servin' em Made it out the mud, but them niggas, I'm still dirtin' em I don't need no love, need millions, I need a couple of'em Don't introduce your bitches to my friends unless we fuckin' em I'm the type of nigga get the check and I don't flex it You the type of nigga get the tellin' on your section I'm the type of nigga fuck a model, I don't say shit I'm the type of nigga fuck a stripper and don't pay shit You the type of nigga that be hatin' on your mans Back door your nigga cause you didn't get a handout You the type of nigga sell fent to your friends But I'm the type of nigga that catch it and get you exed out

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  • CRASH RARRI