Red Rari lyrics
by Rich Amiri
… yeah, I can’t even tell
I don’t got no time to chill lil’ b*tch, I’m tryna’ make a mil’
What’s that on your wrist, huh
What’s that on your wrist a Patek
She tryna’ eat my kids up
She tryna’ eat my kids, dead it
One way to Milan, p*ssed off in the [?]
Christoph in her cup, Yeah
Poured up I’m a damn [?]
In that G67, I don’t do tickets no
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