ฟังเพลงRich As Hell (Explicit)

Song: Rich As Hell

Artist: Youngboy Never Broke Again

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I gotta bring it

Any time and however you want it

Late at night and I can't sleep

I'm staying up I'm tossing turning

That's them bodies from my temper creeping on me

That's from me cuttin' 'em off

And being home all by my lonely

Bricks and bales

I prefer that chopper

It's gon' kiss you and won't never tell

I can cook that dope just like a worker

You can ask VL

Look and I can eyeball

I don't talk loud I don't need a scale

Plenty money but I'm still thuggin'

This the rich as hell

Get it and bring it I flip it

You know how I get it I know some hard layers

I can speak that work and talk that work

I leave it scarred and pale

Presser I got solids on that semi

Bust your head for real Presser

Give me head and then I flip or get that dick for real

Ballin' my n**gas haulin'

N**gas be talking and I catch 'em walking

I do this often f**k it I off 'em

Know that I got 'em you know I'ma stalk 'em

F**k his fam I pick his coffin

Catch who bad B**ch I doubt it

I got youngins wanna off 'em

All this smoke it got me coughin'

MAC's-11 I be steppin' b**ch I'm reckless I'm dumb

Catch you wrestling in your section with that Wesson

You slumped

I got bro on top ain't tell through a message we come

We hang guns with them drums Draco sounding like a bomb

Yeah you talk that sh*t I'm with it hmm

Watch how quick I whip it

I go Shmurda with them glizzies

I got murder on my tension

I got black on top my lenses

I got straps inside that Bentley

You wan' play I make you feel it

Come your way make sure you get it

B**ch I trap out like Griselda hollows I mail 'em

Mojo with my celly police walk in I won't tell 'em

Talkin' on my celly with this b**ch who came from Heaven

Stutter in my precious I got uh-uh in my mansion

I gotta bring it

Any time and however you want it

Late at night and I can't sleep

I'm staying up I'm tossing turning

That's them bodies from my temper creeping on me

That's from me cuttin' 'em off

And being home all by my lonely

Bricks and bales

I prefer that chopper

It's gon' kiss you and won't never tell

I can cook that dope just like a worker

You can ask VL

Look and I can eyeball I

Don't talk loud I don't need a scale

Plenty money but I'm still thuggin'

This the rich as hell

Whip that b**ch out and she lick it

Check how a n**ga be kickin'

I got cases pending I got THC it's liquid

If I point them youngins hit it

I got b**ches throwin' up Billy Blood

I got problems really I piss out red inside the tub

Choppin' it

Run her a song she follow that

Smoking strong a pressure pack inside my bag got big racks

She took the Roxies out her pocket

Told that b**ch don't sniff that

'Cause b**ch I'ma kick you out

You know that we ain't with that

I put that strap in her mouth b**ch

I thought I told you don't talk b**ch

I don't care 'bout what they talking'

F**k her best friend b**ch I'm rich

F**k your man man ho I'm lit

Plus my whole clique full of pits

I go put on Fendi pants

Thot your dad can't drip like this

B**ch I trap out like Griselda hollows I mail 'em

Mojo with my celly police walk in I won't tell 'em

Talkin' on my celly with this b**ch who came from Heaven

Stutter in my precious I got uh-uh in my mansion

I gotta bring it

Any time and however you want it

Late at night and I can't sleep

I'm staying up I'm tossing turning

That's them bodies from my temper creeping on me

That's from me cuttin' 'em off

And being home all by my lonely

Bricks and bales

I prefer that chopper

It's gon' kiss you and won't never tell

I can cook that dope just like a worker you can ask VL

Look and I can eyeball I don't talk loud

I don't need a scale

Plenty money but I'm still thuggin'

This the rich as hell

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