Justin Rarri – STRONG Lyrics

STRONG By Justin Rarri

B—- you left me witta 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 its easy to say I was stupid all along
How tf you gon break a lil n—- I had to be strong
Don’t question bout my life I gotta big reason ion do a song with them n—–
Them n—– don’t hang with real killers
And you know dat I’m unforgiving
And he taking duece right out his backpack
Big ol 30 gon knock his face I’m shootin them black gats

N—- they cappin they stretching the cap they be strechin the fitted I callem yo gotti
All in my dm talkin bout ya bm the f— you gon do you ain’t clap at nobody
I got sky dweller tell a b—- I’m the plug I be swaggin all over the mazi
Inside the burberry find a 30 round clip only shoot if I bust a yo noggin
Whole gang behind me
If u get it f—– up that’s rip
They gon have to go sum new white tees
And she feel safer around me
I got respect in my city little b—- go head try to kill me
Imma hurt ya whole family feelings
Imma letchu kno you dying w me
Because B—- I be dat baby devil
Blood on my Balenciagas
B—- we shootin ain’t no problem
Lil brother want dat he kno I got em
30 deep in yo place
50 deep if you want rake
Yung rich n—- I feel like Mase
Young rich n—- I feel like mase
Imma f— on ya treesh then go count on my cake
Let em getchu real kilt while I hop on a plane
When they talking that s— all up down on ya name
What the f— you don’t know, you just kno my name
Imma beat dat lil bit like a batting rink
What the f— they be talking they cappin it
Got a 30 extended I’m dragging it
All the lies that they told me imagine em

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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—
Run it up a n—- got a load
I ain’t really go to highschool
I was trippin off boy my momma know
F— they talkin bout I ain’t really from the A
Shut ya f—— mouth
How you really do me dirty but then get tight when I don’t jack n—–
B—- I’m from the bx I might go to PA for a week and flip another pack
I don’t chill with nobody, don’t kno how to act
I got b—— on molly, sippin on that yak
They be telling me baby boy keep yo head
I be telling em b—- I’m always with dat lead

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