Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song IN THE BEGINNING , by - Justin Rarri. Release date: 11.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
IN THE BEGINNING |
| Oh, oh |
| Da-da, oh |
| Who see me? |
| Hmm |
| Oh, oh |
| Hmm |
| Hmm, la-la, la-la |
| Uh, da-da |
| Bitch I did this by myself |
| Nobody was checkin' on me like last year |
| Made it out, it’s a problem, now these bitches claimin' they helped |
| You should tell me «I'm sorry», for callin' me with all that bullshit |
| Bitch told me «I ain’t bout it», we be violatin' that full clip |
| Told her «That's on everything, yeah», got my opp bitch on the floor beggin' |
| for wedding rings |
| And these niggas hatin' on me, they all pussy, you know they all fake |
| Bitch you don’t know me, bang it out on broad day (Yeah) |
| Tell a bitch I want my guap, you know we keep them guns heavy |
| Cummin' all up in her face, bitch what you call that cumfetti |
| I ain’t runnin' from nobody, we gon' leave 'em done empty |
| Bullet holes up in his body, brodie keep they own .30 |
| All these niggas 'round me strapped, that be the reason why he mad (Mad) |
| So addicted to this smoke, my mother researchin' rehab |
| Bitch I’m really from the A, no none of these niggas know me that well |
| Ended up robbin' my father, for his coke I want that cash well |
| Sniper get 'em, I don’t play 'bout my shorty, he shootin' well (Boom) |
| How you claimin' you a huncho, in real life you by yourself? |
| 'Cause if I kill you, ain’t nobody gon' give a fuck about your death |
| You really pussy, actin' like you gangster, lyin' to yourself (Oh, oh) |
| I swear to God I might go off a nigga, catch 'em woppin', nigga (Oh, oh) |
| Run in the bank, I gotta package, twenty thousand dollars, nigga (Oh, oh) |
| I just wanna know why, they keep talkin' on a nigga? |
| (Oh, oh) |
| Grab your bitch then make her fly, show her who a boss nigga |
| Real rap, my ex ain’t really love a nigga, hmm |
| I’m traumatized from all this love, my nigga |
| Soon as I go turn my back, they throwin' subs, my nigga |
| That man callin' me his brother 'cause I’m up, my nigga |
| Bought a bitch a Birkin bag, yes I’m too lit, brother |
| We throw big colors |
| Big dripper, leavin' big puddles with my big brothers |
| That be meanin' we all live together, that’s a big hustle |
| Shout out Bando, he ain’t missin' nothin', we got big guns, it could get done |
| Hoppin' off a jet, I got the drop, my brodie swervin' off (Yeah) |
| Heard she really fuckin' with a broke nigga, she hurtin' now (Fuck 'em) |
| You ain’t even got no money to talk to me like first of all (Ayy) |
| Yeah you got me bad, in my bag, got a purpose now |
| Got a lot to say, I’m holdin' back 'cause I don’t give a fuck (Nah) |
| Gangsters move in silence, he was talkin', I’m still pullin' up |
| My new shorty mad 'cause I was in the studio workin' hard |
| Like bitch, I’m really workin' now |
| Bitch I did this by myself (Oh) |
| Nobody was checkin' on me like last year |
| Made it out, it’s a problem, now these bitches claimin' they helped (Yeah) |
| You should tell me «I'm sorry», for callin' me with all that bullshit |
| Bitch told me «I ain’t bout it», we be violatin' that full clip |
| Told her «That's on everything, yeah», got my opp bitch on the floor beggin' |
| for wedding rings |
| And these niggas hatin' on me, they all pussy, you know they all fake (All fake) |
| Bitch you don’t know me, bang it out on broad day (Broad) |
| Tell a bitch I want my guap, you know we keep them guns heavy |
| Cummin' all up in her face, bitch what you call that cumfetti |
| I ain’t runnin' from nobody, we gon' leave 'em done empty (On God, yeah) |
| Bullet holes up in his body, brodie keep they own .30 (Own .30) |
| All these niggas 'round me strapped, that be the reason why he mad (Mad) |
| So addicted to this smoke, my mother researchin' rehab (Yeah) |
| Bitch I’m really from the A, no none of these niggas know me that well (Know me |
| that well) |
| Ended up robbin' my father, for his coke I want that cash well (I want that |
| cash, brodie) |
| That’s on everything, yeah |
| Beggin' for wedding rings |
| They all pussy, you know they all fake |
| Yes I’m too lit, brother |
| Who see me? |
| See me on the TV |
| Showin' all my VVS |