Drake - Rich Flex Her Loss Recap (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Drake - Rich Flex Her Loss Recap (en) Lyrics
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Yeah, 21, the biggest
Put a nigga in the chicken wing, pussy
21, can you do somethin' for me? (21)
Can you hit a lil' rich
flex for me? (21)
And 21, can you do somethin'
for me? (21, 21)
Drop some bars to my pussy ex for me
Then 21 (21), can you do somethin'
for me? (Yeah)
Can you talk to the opps
necks for me? (Okay)
21, do your thing 21,
do your thing (21)
Do your thing, 21, do your thing
Yellow diamonds in the watch,
this shit cost a lot
Never send a bitch your dot,
that's how you get shot
I DM in Vanish Mode, I
do that shit a lot
Took her panties off and this
bitch thicker than the plot
All my exes ain't nothin',
them hoes busted
If my opps ain't rappin',
they ass duckin'
You ain't ready to pull the
trigger, don't clutch it
I know you on your period
baby, can you suck it?
I'm a savage (21)
Smack her booty in Magic (21, 21)
I'll slap a pussy nigga
with a ratchet (Pussy)
I might slap a tracker on his whip
and get the addy (Pussy)
Don't call me on Christmas Eve,
bitch, call your daddy (21)
Bitch, call your uncle (21),
bitch, don't call me (21)
Always in my ear, your
ho a flea (Fuck)
Why my opps be posting guns and
only use they feet? (21)
Paid like an athlete, I got—
All you hoes, all of you hoes need
to remember who y'all talkin' to
It's a Slaughter Gang CEO
I got dick for you if I'm
not workin', girl
If I'm busy then fuck no
You need to find you someone
else to call
When your bank account get low,
you need to find you someone—
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I'm on that Slaughter Gang shit,
ayy, murder gang shit
Ayy, Slaughter Gang shit, ayy,
murder gang shit, ayy
Sticks and stones, chrome on chrome
That's just what a nigga on
Internet clones, got 'em kissin'
through the phone
Pussies cliquin' up so they
don't feel alone, ayy
Nan' nigga seein' me,
I'm Young Money CMB
I used to roll with CMG,
the house is not a BNB
The bad bitches waitin' on
a nigga like I'm PND
I'm steady pushin' P, you
niggas pushing PTSD
I told her ass to kiss me
in the club, fuck a TMZ
I used to want a GMC, when
Woe was doing BNE
We revvin' up and goin'
on a run like we DMC
I layup with her for a couple
days, then its BRB
You rappers love askin' if I fucked,
when you know we did
When you know we did
She came in heels but she left
out on her cozy shit
Ayy, I'm livin every twenty-
four like Kobe did
Shoutout to the 6ix, R.I.P to 8
Swear this shit is gettin' ate,
I'm on ten for the cake
Get a lot of love from twelve,
but I don't reciprocate
Fifty-one division stay patrollin'
when it's late
21 my addy, so the knife
is on the gate
All the dawgs eatin' off
a Baccarat plate
Niggas see Drake and
they underestimate
Take it from a vet', that's
a rookie ass mistake, ayy
Ah, what, what
Slaughter Gang shit, ayy,
murder gang shit
Ayy, Slaughter Gang shit,
ayy, murder gang shit
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