Rich n*gga lyrics

[Intro]
n*gga you ass, n*gga
f*ck outta here, n*gga
It's Sealab Vertical in this b*tch, You can suck a di*k
Don't give a f*ck what yo' name is, b*tch
You can't rap n*gga, f*ck outta here
This n*gga is broke n*gga
The fu-, goddamn dawg what the f*ck n*gga
It smell like turtle ass n*gga, ray fat as sh*t

[Verse]
Over the money and b*tches
Sealab on my mind like 24/7
These n*ggas talk sh*t, get hit, MAC-11
And one of these days I’ll see you in heaven, boy
f*ck that see I’ll you in hell
Diamonds on soda like Kenan and Kel
I stay winning, I will not fail
I stay trending, time to excel
And I f*ck on these b*tches that stay on my c*ck
n*gga kick rock
Speaking of rocks
Got them white rocks
And they tucked in the cut for my low socks
Ducking the cops
Cream of the crop, murder the flock
Wings on my sneaks so I Jeremy my Scott
And she giving me top, in the droptop
Dennis be not, Dennis be bop [?]
Dressed as my dad in the back of the trunk
Got that good weed, yeah, I bring the funk
That sh*t smell like it got sprayed by a skunk
Yeah your b*tch, yeah she got a donk
Now she my b*tch so my b*tch got a donk
Bezel got diamonds my wrist got a lump
Take you on bridge, n*gga better jump
Boy, this AK’ll eat you for lunch, ha
All my fly b*tches whats happenin'
All my fly n*ggas whats crackin'
If you rocking that Nike and that True Religion that sh*t tacky
If you wanna talk craz’ n*gga all you had to do is ask me
I [?] on the real though
I'm tired of all you swag daddies
Time to fix that, time to fix that, time to fix that
Cause nowadays that sh*t wack
Time to fix that, time to fix that, time to fix that
Cause nowadays that sh*t wack
The land gray, over south my v-neck
So you know it's kinda long
German Scott’s with the dirty skinny’s with the camo kilt, go hair and bone
Gold grill 'cause I'm texas chill
Camo bandana I'm still on
The LSD up on my tongue so you know I might not live for long
Givenchy tee with the gold plate
Rollie, b*tch, with the gold face
Some of y'all gon' congratulate
But the rest of y'all just gonna hate
My sick sh*t, finna get licks
Got a hick b*tch that suck di*k
Her pus*y hot off that drip stick
Blue bape chucks, no crip sh*t
Red lumberjack, no picnic
Lamborghini n*gga, no stick shift
I'm broke as f*ck but I talk rich
And my Grandma gon' help me live it
And when I make it, she gon' live it
Chinchilla coats, with the fox mist
Her champagne gon’ be chocolate
But her some picket ten foamposite’s
Call em chilla-chilla color way
Philly n*gga, but I got a b*tch that's from LA
Leather jacket n*gga, Pelle Pelle
.45 n*gga and I don't play
Sicker than your, sicker than your, sicker than your average
[?] on my neck, [?] be that lavish
Sicker than your, sicker than your, sicker than your average
[?] on my neck, [?] be that lavish
Money up my sh*t stupid
Yeah my crease, its all ruthless
Yeah ya hoe, she suck my di*k
And it felt like that b*tch was toothless
The Mac is long, talking bout' the clip
I smoke it all, talking bout' the zip
She take it raw sucking on my balls
Make her take her loss, make her suck my di*k
I make a hoe wanna scream, put that di*k in her as*h*le
That b*tch got a monkey, talking bout' Camp Lazlo
Got my name on her tattoo, titties, pus*y and her ass too
I might dress weird, but did I ask you?
I might dress weird, but did I ask you?
I got racks on top of them racks, the LSD with the Pyrex
I’m on that weed, b*tch all on my sack
Seven hundred dollars all on my pack
Got that old crease, them artifacts
And, please get out my package
My big booty b*tch got a ass lift
And yeah yo b*tch she assless
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