Luyện nghe bài hát Rich As Hell

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I gotta it
Any and however you want it
Late at night and I sleep
I'm up, I'm tossing, turning
That's them bodies from my temper on me
from me cuttin' 'em off and being home all by my lonely
Bricks and
I prefer that chopper, it's gon' kiss you and won't tell
I can cook dope just like a worker, you can ask VL
Look and I can eyeball, I talk loud, I don't need a scale
Plenty money, but I'm still thuggin', this the as hell

Get it and it, I flip it
You know how I get it, I know some layers
I can speak work and talk that work
I leave it and pale
Presser, I got solids on semi, bust your head for real (Presser)
Give me head and then I flip or get dick for real
Ballin', my haulin'
Niggas be talkin' and I 'em walkin'
I do often, fuck it, I off 'em
Know I got 'em, you know I'ma stalk 'em
his fam, I pick his coffin
Catch who bad? Bitch, I it
I got youngins off 'em
All this smoke, it got me
MAC's-11, I be steppin', bitch, I'm reckless, I'm
Catch you wrestling in your section with that Wesson, you
I got bro on top, ain't tell a message, we come
We hang guns with them drums, Draco sounding a bomb
Yeah, you talk shit, I'm with it, hmm
Watch how I whip it
I go with them glizzies
I got murder on my
I got black on top my
I got inside that Bentley
You wan' play, I you feel it
your way, make sure you get it

Bitch, I trap out Griselda, hollows, I mail 'em
with my celly, police walk in, I won't tell 'em
Talkin' on my celly with this bitch who came Heaven
in my precious, I got uh-uh in my mansion

I gotta it
Any and however you want it
Late at night and I can't
I'm staying up, I'm tossing,
them bodies from my temper creeping on me
That's from me cuttin' 'em off and home all by my lonely
Bricks and
I prefer that chopper, it's kiss you and won't never tell
I can cook dope just like a worker, you can ask VL
Look and I can eyeball, I don't talk loud, I need a scale
Plenty money, but I'm still thuggin', this the as hell

that bitch out and she lick it
Check how a be kickin'
I got cases pending, I got THC, liquid
If I point, youngins hit it
I got bitches throwin' up Billy,
I got problems, really, I piss out red the tub
it
Run her a song, she that
Smoking strong, a pressure pack my bag, got big racks
She took the Roxies out her pocket, told that don't sniff that
'Cause bitch, I'ma you out, you know that we ain't with that
I put that strap in her mouth,
I I told you don't talk, bitch
I don't care 'bout what talkin', fuck her best friend, bitch, I'm rich
your man man, ho, I'm lit
Plus my whole full of pits
I go put on pants
Thot, your dad can't drip like

Bitch, I out like Griselda, hollows, I mail 'em
Mojo with my celly, police walk in, I won't 'em
on my celly with this bitch who came from Heaven
Stutter in my precious, I got in my mansion

I gotta it
Any and however you want it
at night and I can't sleep
I'm up, I'm tossing, turning
That's them bodies my temper creeping on me
That's from me 'em off and being home all by my lonely
Bricks and
I prefer that chopper, it's kiss you and won't never tell
I can cook dope just like a worker, you can ask VL
Look and I can eyeball, I don't eyeball, I don't a scale
Plenty money, but I'm thuggin', this the rich as hell

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