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Rnr
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Rnr was released on April 23, 2013 by Dim Mak Records as a part of the album Prodigal Son
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Release DateApril 23, 2013
LabelDim Mak Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM77

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Will Brennan
Will Brennan
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Will Brennan
Will Brennan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Will Brennan
Will Brennan
Producer

Lyrics

Florida whip got the Cali smell, ridin' out in this fast lane
Car old as my momma is, liquor old as my last name
I'm on 95 heading down south, got a bad little Miami thang
No attitude, good sex, good weed, call me 2 Chainz
Said I hold it down, homie told me always remember these two things
Don't love the hoes, find a good one
Don't fuck it up with no stupid games
I respect the code, forget the haters
Pray God bless all the losin' lanes
You'll never get to see a million dollars
Let me keep smokin' this big flame
Wayward minds, how real is that? TT told me, "You got it, dawg"
Keep the point guard, throw the assist
And I'm so raw they can't stop me, dawg
Get turnt up, got me poppin' off, glass half full but let's top it off
Pure molly hit, no footprint, no cuts made, just stop costs
And I'm on it, on it, on it, on it, on it, on it, on it, on it
So good, so high, let the gram roll, or a half dose in a orange juice
Let me clear my throat for all of the
**** that don't know who the best is
Bitch, the message is, you better get down and respect this shit
Watch where we catch these checks in, bitch
Ridin', rollin', man, this shit so potent
Hundred miles an hour, think I'm movin' in slow motion
We be ridin', rollin', and my bitch be smokin'
Cruisin' 818, she wanna fuck me by the ocean
We be ridin'
I got a couple homies, they my only friends
We be ridin' out, gotta get it in
Plays never wait, life never waits
Big league, feelin' like a light heavyweight
New player in this old game
Flow feel like a lit match and a big ass tank of propane
Prolly why I'm takin' off so fast in this slow lane
Watchin' while y'all 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 your girl and she might do ya
Met **** 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
****, you be trickin' on the ones that everybody knows
Ridin', rollin', man, this shit so potent
Hundred miles an hour, think I'm movin' in slow motion
We be ridin', rollin', and my bitch be smokin'
Cruisin' 818, she wanna fuck me by the ocean
We be ridin'
Go hard and stay hungry, to work, get money
No stress, no pressure, my time is comin'
They mad, say fuck 'em, I laugh, it's funny
My team, they ballin', yo team, do nothing
It's simple, it's easy, just quit, man, trust me
Cause if we gotta go head up, it's going to get ugly
You sleepy, you tired, you garbage, can't touch me
She gorgeous, I'm on it, I like her, she lucky
We perfect, we coastin', 28 grams of the (uh, uh)
Never shake hands for the (uh, uh), have a safe plan for the (uh, uh)
When we ride, I keep it stuffed inside of a safe cam for the (uh, uh)
When we ride, I keep it stuffed inside of a safe cam for the (uh, uh)
Ridin', rollin', man, this shit so potent
Hundred miles an hour, think I'm movin' in slow motion
We be ridin', rollin', and my bitch be smokin'
Cruisin' 818, she wanna fuck me by the ocean
We be ridin', rollin', man, this shit so potent
Hundred miles an hour, think I'm movin' in slow motion
We be ridin', rollin', and my bitch be smokin'
Cruisin' 818, she wanna fuck me by the ocean
We be ridin'
Written by: William Brennan Albury
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