NoCap - Rich Criminals (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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NoCap - Rich Criminals (en) Lyrics
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When I'm on the scene, I
don't show no sympathy
I got codeine energy, ayy
Since I was a teen, all
I wanted was the green
All I wanted was the Christmas
trees and designer clothes
I'm not worried 'bout the cost
because I can't go broke
I touched a milli', still'll
shoot you, rich criminals
Quit my job and I found out
how to work a stick
Won't hide from shit, this bitch
ain't got no tints, yeah
Ain't talking Lohan, these
designers lenses
Started balling, bought a
.223 like Michael Jordan
I was thirteen, bought a rocket,
felt like James Harden
Who the fuck let you niggas
in? This a gangster party
Turn up the meter, woah
Fuck her then leave her (Yeah)
Can't take the pain from me
This way deeper than needles (Yeah)
Neighborhood doctor, injecting
the people who need us
I'm on the ecstasy, don't wanna hear
nothin' from my last bitch
Was dead broke, now she fuck
me just because my accent
Say I ain't shit but she keep beggin'
me to get her ass did
I keep my metal, she just
want her plastic
No tint, it's see-through, huh? (Yeah)
You pillowtalk, she tell
your secrets now (Lame)
That boy keep that heat, he an oven
I own a few watches, I went
and bought another
I can't show no sympathy,
fuck (Fuck that)
Got it on, I'ma buy us a puddle, drip
Way too hard, if he walking
'round out in public
Bow my head, thank you God
I could've been locked up
with nothing (Let's go)
Like boom
My presence a present, so I need
a check to walk inside the room
Probably think I went pop, but I was
on Jimmy Fallon with the tool
Sometimes my attitude nasty, hoes say
I treat 'em bad, a nigga rude
I'm tryna figure out if you for
me the way that I'm for you
I been had to hustle
I was the youngest nigga makin' plays
while I was still in school
Nigga ain't gave me shit (Uh-uh)
I made me, bitch, and that's why...
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