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Obsessions Video (MV)




Performed By: Rari
Language: English
Length: 1:51
Written by: Elijah Lemons




Rari - Obsessions Lyrics




I touch the, mm
I touch the bottom of the beaker
I told a pretty hoe beat it
Thick bitch so conceited
So obsessed
I'm the reason

All these colors, I'm tweakin
She call me brother, she tweakin
Popped the bitch like a weasel
Say she want presidential, uhn
Baby what's yo credentials, uhn
Bitch I'm hotter than the, mm wait
Bitch I'm hotter than the kettle, uhn
Baby I could never settle, uhn
Put the pedal to the medal, uhn

Head, wait
Her head on lock like we wrestling
She won't stop til I let it out
Spaced out like the jetsons
Been doin this, veteran
I'm not new to this level
I'm not new to this, several
Hoes, on my line
Ima tell her she mine

If I hit yo hoe, I don't recall
I was off the henny, off the wall
Ima dog, I just want a ball
Ion really want these hoes fr

Ion really want these hoes fr

Ion really want these hoes fr

Yea
These niggas buying subscriptions
Pussy my prescription
She got a man but she temptin me

Yea, she got a man but she temptin
Hoes on my body, who sent em?
Hoes on my body a symptom

Take them ones back, I want this one
And this one, and this one
I got Lumiere on the label
I got yo hoe on the table
Sippin syrup, no maple
Plugged in, no cable
Flexin all pink paper
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I touch the, mm
I touch the bottom of the beaker
I told a pretty hoe beat it
Thick bitch so conceited
So obsessed
I'm the reason

All these colors, I'm tweakin
She call me brother, she tweakin
Popped the bitch like a weasel
Say she want presidential, uhn
Baby what's yo credentials, uhn
Bitch I'm hotter than the, mm wait
Bitch I'm hotter than the kettle, uhn
Baby I could never settle, uhn
Put the pedal to the medal, uhn

Head, wait
Her head on lock like we wrestling
She won't stop til I let it out
Spaced out like the jetsons
Been doin this, veteran
I'm not new to this level
I'm not new to this, several
Hoes, on my line
Ima tell her she mine

If I hit yo hoe, I don't recall
I was off the henny, off the wall
Ima dog, I just want a ball
Ion really want these hoes fr

Ion really want these hoes fr

Ion really want these hoes fr

Yea
These niggas buying subscriptions
Pussy my prescription
She got a man but she temptin me

Yea, she got a man but she temptin
Hoes on my body, who sent em?
Hoes on my body a symptom

Take them ones back, I want this one
And this one, and this one
I got Lumiere on the label
I got yo hoe on the table
Sippin syrup, no maple
Plugged in, no cable
Flexin all pink paper
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Writer: Elijah Lemons
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