Lyrics Notice It - Rara, Ra Ra

Notice It - Rara, Ra Ra
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Date of issue: 09.03.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English

Notice It

Diamond too big and what not to notice it
These VVS, you know this shit
Tip on that lean when I pour this shit
Gelato and Cookie, we blow this shit
Stuff in the bag, we ain’t rolling shit
You told on your boy, that’s some police shit
You are all in my field like you no me, shit
I’m preaching this shit, on some holy shit
Whip up my dick on some blow me shit
She had a man, she ain’t told me shit (Yeah)
Don’t need no shooter, I told this shit (Yeah)
Balencia Margeiella, I spoke this shit (Yeah)
Grip on my nut like I wrote this shit (Yeah)
Knew I would blew up, I spoke this shit
You got a schedule to see me, you know I’m important
Run from the police in new pair of Jordans
She say she pregenant, I made her abort it
Don’t call me no more, 'till we get it sorted
And for the time, you tryna go blind
Shawty pack in, I’m tryna go tryin
Whippin these vert ain’t, tryna slow down
Sipping this syrup, I need to ease up
Head with the balls and all, the pleaser
We’re too rich for whores to teaser
Niggas too fake in the world, you need us
We don’t like you either, my niggas believe us
I’ma end up like «Fuck y’all niggas»
Bust one move, we’ll bust y’all niggas
Why da fuck should a nigga trust y’all niggas?
All gas haul ass, I done dust y’all niggas
Diamond too big and what not to notice it
These VVS, you know this shit
Tip on that lean when I pour this shit
Gelato and Cookie, we blow this shit
Stuff in the bag, we ain’t rolling shit
You told on your boy, that’s some police shit
You are all in my field like you no me, shit
I’m preaching this shit, on some holy shit
Whip up my dick on some blow me shit
She had a man, she ain’t told me shit (Yeah)
Don’t need no shooter, I told this shit (Yeah)
Balencia Margeiella, I spoke this shit (Yeah)
Grip on my nut like I wrote this shit (Yeah)
Knew I would blew up, I spoke this shit (Knew it)
Whipping this bird with no license and
They biting, I’m blowing up
I got a big booty blonde in my lap, pussy fantasy strap, she rolling up
Plotting on slowly tried get murdered
I’on’t even rap to live, I got work
Nigga I don’t need a feature on this, I got bars
See you rap niggas are hoes, act like broads (Actin up)
Fuck over niggas and fuck they hoes
Bitch I’m a dawg with a mouth full of gold
I got a passion for fashion, a act
Sipping, I’m dripping, I’m saucy, I’m flashy
My with dope money
Big bank rolls, I’m blowing dope hoes
Scream no squeak, we greet with smoke pouring
We go petite filet & fish bowls (You know)
Diamond too big and what not to notice it
These VVS, you know this shit
Tip on that lean when I pour this shit
Gelato and Cookie, we blow this shit
Stuff in the bag, we ain’t rolling shit
You told on your boy, that’s some police shit
You are all in my field like you no me, shit
I’m preaching this shit, on some holy shit
Whip up my dick on some blow me shit
She had a man, she ain’t told me shit (Yeah)
Don’t need no shooter, I told this shit (Yeah)
Balencia Margeiella, I spoke this shit (Yeah)
Grip on my nut like I wrote this shit (Yeah)
Knew I would blew up, I spoke this shit (Yeah, huh)
Cubans on cubans, got hunnids on hunnids, I’m shitting on niggas,
they see it now
Jump in this whip, come gobble this dick up
Cause we know your ass ain’t a vegan
I’ont know where I should begin
Me and these pussy ass niggas ain’t speaking
Rocking this McLaren, rolling this weekend
Don’t do know polo, that just what we sleeping
Million dollar meeting wish you could peak-in
You fly on the wall, bitch I’m the boss
Grand Hustle, latest and greatest, they hating
Live in a mansion, and nah I ain’t even made it (You know it)
I know these niggas some suckers and I know these niggas ain’t writing they own
shit
Ain’t had no deal in ten year, and I live how I live and I been had my own shit
(Pussy)
Diamond too big and what not to notice it
These VVS, you know this shit
Tip on that lean when I pour this shit
Gelato and Cookie, we blow this shit
Stuff in the bag, we ain’t rolling shit
You told on your boy, that’s some police shit
You are all in my field like you no me, shit
I’m preaching this shit, on some holy shit
Whip up my dick on some blow me shit
She had a man, she ain’t told me shit (Yeah)
Don’t need no shooter, I told this shit (Yeah)
Balencia Margeiella, I spoke this shit (Yeah)
Grip on my nut like I wrote this shit (Yeah)
Knew I would blew up, I spoke this shit (Yeah, huh)

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