RariBlu by Blake (Blake Harman) Lyrics
[Intro: blake]
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
[Verse 1: blake]
Hit it from the back
Now she lovin that
Put us on the map
City lovin that
I gotta couple racks
Ima spend that shit
Never lookin back
On my other bitch
Smokin by the pack
Swisher sweet that is
Do it to relax
Forget the other shit
She livin fast
On her Kylie shit
She never text
On her private shit
Used to sip jack
On a private ship
Never goin back
To that Chrysler shit
Grab her on the ass
For the hell of it
People from my class
Said I wasn't shit
Hold up
Bad bitches don't slow up, uh
Own up
Molly prolly make her throw up, uh
Grown up
Calculator make her glo up, uh
Roll up
50 joints Ima smoke up, uh
[Bridge 1: blake]
Pull up in the off white
Pull up in the range
Pull up on the crowd like
Pull up and we rage
Pull up rockin off white
Pull up in a range
Pull up on the crowd like
Pull up on the stage
[Chorus: blake]
See her in a drop
She don't need a dude
See me in the rar
In the rariblu
See her in the drop
Never needed you
See her in the rar
Coastin Malibu
X2
[Verse 2: blake]
Keep it on the low, keep it on the low
Keep it on the low, in the 6 though
Playin double shows, with my wrist though
Jewls are hella froze, and my bitch though
Heels are made of gold, and her heart cold
Lips on holy smoke
Never wanna hear you talkin shit about me
I don't wanna see you walkin in without me
I don't wanna see you being what you can't be
All I wanna do is put you in that candy
[Bridge 2: blake]
Candy blue rariblu, double seat coupe
Candy blue rariblu, Cali on the loop
Me and you rariblu, never leavin you
Me and you rariblu, we just makin moves
[Chorus: blake]
See her in a drop
She don't need a dude
See me in the rar
In the rariblu
See her in the drop
Never needed you
See her in the rar
Coastin Malibu
X2
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
[Verse 1: blake]
Hit it from the back
Now she lovin that
Put us on the map
City lovin that
I gotta couple racks
Ima spend that shit
Never lookin back
On my other bitch
Smokin by the pack
Swisher sweet that is
Do it to relax
Forget the other shit
She livin fast
On her Kylie shit
She never text
On her private shit
Used to sip jack
On a private ship
Never goin back
To that Chrysler shit
Grab her on the ass
For the hell of it
People from my class
Said I wasn't shit
Hold up
Bad bitches don't slow up, uh
Own up
Molly prolly make her throw up, uh
Grown up
Calculator make her glo up, uh
Roll up
50 joints Ima smoke up, uh
[Bridge 1: blake]
Pull up in the off white
Pull up in the range
Pull up on the crowd like
Pull up and we rage
Pull up rockin off white
Pull up in a range
Pull up on the crowd like
Pull up on the stage
[Chorus: blake]
See her in a drop
She don't need a dude
See me in the rar
In the rariblu
See her in the drop
Never needed you
See her in the rar
Coastin Malibu
X2
[Verse 2: blake]
Keep it on the low, keep it on the low
Keep it on the low, in the 6 though
Playin double shows, with my wrist though
Jewls are hella froze, and my bitch though
Heels are made of gold, and her heart cold
Lips on holy smoke
Never wanna hear you talkin shit about me
I don't wanna see you walkin in without me
I don't wanna see you being what you can't be
All I wanna do is put you in that candy
[Bridge 2: blake]
Candy blue rariblu, double seat coupe
Candy blue rariblu, Cali on the loop
Me and you rariblu, never leavin you
Me and you rariblu, we just makin moves
[Chorus: blake]
See her in a drop
She don't need a dude
See me in the rar
In the rariblu
See her in the drop
Never needed you
See her in the rar
Coastin Malibu
X2