Justin Rarri - TREESHA Lyrics

Lyrics TREESHA - Justin Rarri



I just want run it up give all this money to my momma
And take care of my bloods my loyalty ain't ever stoppin
She left me to just to burn I shouldve know you was rockin
But it dont even hurt it only turn me to a monster
Tell a nigga
Woke up bitch im really in miami
Witcho babymomma all in my dms
Wakin up she suck me up right in my jammies
Swear to god man these rubbers they come in handy
Tell her eat it like a reesah
I ain't tryna have a baby witta treesha aye
Bought some new mike amiri no fuckn gstar
Wanna fuck with a nigga cuz she know we stars
20 bands wit my brothers throwing b signs
If my shawty callin up then nigga im decline
Run me up some chicken want dat lambo fuck a nissan
See da gucci on my body thats a G sign
Fuck em all run it up what you think
See on instagram im poppin like a bitch yeah
But in real life i struggled just to get
Everyday worried bout my mama and the crib
And i tell a nigga
Fuck em all i dont want no lil bitch i want the bands hoe
She thought i wasn't gon be nothing look where i am hoe
I got big guap pay for a nigga get his head off
Bread oh i love it i pick up dead presidentials
Presidential aye
Fuck a damn hoe aye
Im just worried my commas and the bands oh aye
Vvs oh aye
Watch em dance oh aye
Telling me pick up my pants got too much bands oh aye
Bloodshot
Nigga run up on me get his hoodshot
Hoodblock
Nigga talkn crazy get his hood shot
Guwap i got too much bread she want the guwap
Ouwap nigga just be careful for the ouwap
This a new watch aye
This a new drive aye
Give a fuck about no opp he get a few shots aye
Bitch dont worry bout me nigga what do you got aye
I could pullup big body or a new i8
I just want run it up give all this money to my momma
And take care of my bloods my loyalty ain't ever stoppin
She left me to just to burn I shouldve know you was rockin
But it dont even hurt it only turn me to a monster
Tell a nigga
Woke up bitch im really in miami
Witcho babymomma all in my dms
Wakin up she suck me up right in my jammies
Swear to god man these rubbers they come in handy
Tell her eat it like a reesah
I ain't tryna have a baby witta treesha aye
Bought some new mike amiri no fuckn gstar
Wanna fuck with a nigga cuz she know we stars
20 bands wit my brothers throwing b signs
If my shawty callin up then nigga im decline
Run me up some chicken want dat lambo fuck a nissan
See da gucci on my body thats a G sign
Fuck em all run it up what you think
See on instagram im poppin like a bitch yeah
But in real life i struggled just to get
Everyday worried bout my mama and the crib
And i tell a nigga
Fuck em all i dont want no lil bitch i want the bands hoe
She thought i wasn't gon be nothing look where i am hoe
I got big guap pay for a nigga get his head off
Bread oh i love it i pick up dead presidentials
(Presidentials, Yeah Yeah...)
I just want run it up give all this money to my momma
And take care of my bloods my loyalty ain't ever stoppin
She left me to just to burn I shouldve know you was rockin
But it dont even hurt it only turn me to a monster
Tell a nigga
Woke up bitch im really in miami
Witcho babymomma all in my dms
Wakin up she suck me up right in my jammies
Swear to god man these rubbers they come in handy



Writer(s): Adrian Baez, Dennys Capellan, Jedidiah Wright


Justin Rarri - 8LBS - Single
Album 8LBS - Single
date of release
16-10-2019




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