I LEFT MY RICHARD MILLIE lyrics

[Intro]
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Yuh, ayy, f*ck it
(Hahaha)
f*ck, yuh, ayy
Yuh, ayy
Man, I left somethin' at yo' house, right here
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh

[Chorus]
Man, I left somethin' at yo' house, and I gotta get it (Uh-huh)
No ifs and buts about it, b*tch, bro, I'm really with it (Huh?)
Bustin' at your faded windows, all-black, dirty tenant (Yuh)
Yeah, she timid, real wicked, got a bad b*tch limit (b*tch)
Man, I left somethin' at yo' house, and I gotta get it (Gotta get it)
No ifs and buts about it, b*tch, bro, I'm really with it (Huh?)
Bustin' at your faded windows, all-black, dirty tenant (Yuh)
Yeah, she timid, real wicked, got a bad b*tch limit

[Verse]
Wanna meet me at my crib, 1937 mission (Yuh)
Bust a cup, make a right, I'll be in your vision (I'll be)
If I got a problem with a b*tch, I won't even listen (Yuh)
If I got a problem with a boy, keep a tool to fix it (Yuh)
Lame-ass lil' n*gga, and he rockin' True Religion (True)
I'ma teach you how to be a man, lil' n*gga, listen (Uh, uh, uh-uh)
I'ma teach you how to be a man, most y'all n*ggas b*tches (Yuh)
This that boss sh*t, mob sh*t, ride around with a mop stick
When I hit these f*ckin' n*ggas, thirty-thousand to their head (Yuh)
And if you don't kill him, bring him back f*ckin' dead (b*tch)
And, bro, I love a b*tch that's suckin' di*k until it's red (Haha)
The money comin' in, hundred milli' on the bed (Yuh)
Richard Milles on my wrist, golden Cubans on my neck (Yuh)
Richard Mille with the fit, with an all-black vest (Uh-huh), yuh
f*ckin' suck it, suck it, f*ckin' suck it, b*tch (Yuh)
Causin' ruckus with this b*tch, with extended clips (Yuh)
[Chorus]
Man, I left somethin' at yo' house, and I gotta get it (Uh-huh)
No ifs and buts about it, b*tch, bro, I'm really with it (Huh?)
Bustin' at your faded windows, all-black, dirty tenant (Yuh)
Yeah, she timid, real wicked, got a bad b*tch limit (b*tch)
Man, I left somethin' at yo' house, and I gotta get it (Gotta get it)
No ifs and buts about it, b*tch, bro, I'm really with it (Huh?)
Bustin' at your faded windows, all-black, dirty tenant (Yuh)
Yeah, she timid, real wicked, got a bad b*tch limit