lirik lagu renni rucci – woah freestyle
[intro]
if i gave these b~tches enough [?] before time is up
big renni
([?])
[verse]
look, blew fifty on a birkin (yeah)
call fendi just to custom my curtains (yeah)
ask your wifey, all my diamonds be surfin’ (uh)
they can’t imagine the n~ggas i’m curvin’ (ooh)
i can’t even lie, he ain’t my type
i got a thing for a n~gga that’s surfin’ (yes)
i can guarantee if he my type, he from the mud and he really be trappin’ (plah)
p~ssy wet, i could really be braggin’ (huh)
soak the sheets, you could only imagine (whoo)
she ain’t me, you can keep the comparison
wearin’ fake sh~t, ho, you embarrassin’ (ha)
gutta b~tch, only f~ck with the ballers (swish)
franchise, only f~ck with the starters (yuh)
fake goals, tryna look like the carters
break the bank, cut him off like a barber
pjs but he f~ck with the charters
ass pokin’ and this waist gettin’ smaller
three ways, ‘nother b~tch with my partner
four pockets gettin’ fat like the parkers
no profit, b~tch, you need to work harder
off~white, i be saucin’ like tartar
p~ssy right, it be wet as a harbor
neck bright like it came out the charger, b~tch (woah)
i put the stick in the box whenever i’m ready to slide (woah)
them b~tches copyin’ renni; whenever they see me, they hide
kick a b~tch, doe sh~t; she be like, “oh, sh~t”
renni on go~sh~t, beat up a ho quick
and i got bros, b~tch; wipe a b~tch out like i’m puttin’ on lotion
i play with my p~ssy, you play with your nose
my only addiction is shoppin’ for clothes
my hair be flowin’ when i hop out the rose
i freeze and i pose, they be like, “woah” (woah, woah, woah)
n~gga, this sh~t ain’t for play, i’m really a savage
pop out at night like my name was ms. gladys
louis my luggage, yeah, b~tch, i got baggage
show them the p~ssy, this sh~t like a magnet
tryna f~ck, he done bought me a patek
drain his account, yeah, this n~gga an addict
bought me a porsche, i got that b~tch matted
brand new coupe and that b~tch be roarin’
runnin’ to the money, yeah, it got a b~tch whorin’
reachin’ them thick, yeah, i got good form
he done like, “woah, uh, this too warm” (woah, woah)
[outro]
look, blew fifty on a birkin
call fendi just to custom my curtains
ask your wifey, all my diamonds be surfin’ (diamonds be surfin’, woah)
soak the sheets, you could only imagine
she ain’t me, you can keep the comparison
wearin’ fake sh~t, ho, you embarrassin’, b~tch (woah, woah, woah, woah)
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