Will Brennan

Will Brennan - Rnr lyrics

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Verse 1
Florida whip got the Cali Smell, Riding out in this fast lane/ 
Car old as my momma is, Liquor old as my last name/ 
I'm on 95 headed down south, gotta bad lil Miami thang/ 
No attitude just good sex, good weed, call me 2 strains/
Let her hold it down. My homie taught me always remember these 2 things/ don't love the hoes, if you find a good one dont fuck it up with no stupid games/ I respect the code, forgive the haters, pray God bless all the loser lames/ If we never get to see a million dollars, let me keep smoking this stupid flame
Wayward Minds, how real is that, DT told me you got it dawg/ 
He the point guard, throw the ill assist, and I'm so raw they cant stop me dawg/ Gitt turned up, got me poppin off, glass half full, let's top it off/ Pure Molly hit, no footprint, no cuts made, just a chopped cost
And I'm on it (on it on it on it on it) So good, So high/ Another gram rolled a lil half dose a lil orange juice, let me clear my throat/ for all of the niggas that dont know who the best is bitch, the message is, you better get down and respect this shit/ watch while we cash these checks in bitch
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Ridin, Rollin 
Man this shit so potent 
Hundred Miles an hour, think I'm moving in slow motion
We be Ridin Rollin 
And my bitch be smokin 
Cruising A1A, she wanna fuck me by the Ocean
Verse 2
I gotta couple homies, they my only friends 
We be riding out, gotta get it in 
Plays never wait, life never waits 
Big league, feeling like a light heavyweight
New player in this old game 
Flow feel like a lit match in a big ass tank of propane 
Prolly why I'm taking off, so fast in this slow lane 
Watching while ya'll stall out, all that work for no gain
Uh uh, that's so lame. No time for you losers 
Wanna know who's dick is bigger bitch, go and get the ruler 
Wanna know who's dick is better ask yo girl and she might clue ya 
Met niggas that was richer never seen nobody cooler
Cooler...but that's why we get hoes, you never seen before 
Everywhere we go
And you be trickin on the ones that everybody knows nigga 
you be trickin on the ones that everybody knows
Chorus
Verse 3
Go hard, stay hungry. Do work, Get money 
No stress, no pressure. My time, its coming 
They mad? Say fuck em. I laugh, it's funny 
My team, they ballin. Yo team, do nothing
It's simple, its easy. Just quit, man trust me 
Cuz if we gotta go head up, it's going to get ugly 
You sleepy, you tired, you garbage, cant touch me 
She gorgeous, I'm on it, I like her, she lucky
We perfect, we coastin, 28 grams of the (police siren) 
Never shake hands with the (police siren) 
Have a safe plan for the (police siren) 
When we ride, I keep it stuffed inside of a safe can for the (police siren) 
When we ride, I keep it stuffed inside of a safe can for the (police siren)
Chorus
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