Young Thug - Rich Nigga Shit (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Young Thug - Rich Nigga Shit (en) Lyrics
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Rich nigga shit, calamaris
I done pump faked on a
split, I'm so sorry
1996 Benz, Tyler Perry
1996 rims like Atari
Ayy, brown diamonds on,
bitch, I'm Nestlé
I don't play the radio,
I'm not Greg Street
Chicken bock-bock like a Mexican
I keep Wockhardt on my
belly, yeah (Yeah)
I just spent your salary
Walked inside of the exhibit and
bought the gallery (Uh, uh-huh)
I'm so wealthy, I done bought
out all my cavities (Uh-huh)
Havin' sex with your old lady,
I lost calories (Uh-huh)
Rich shit, I'm playin' Louis ping-
pong with my bestie (Uh)
Made a TV show with some
lesbians (Uh-huh)
Like the TV show, I done next-ed (Uh)
G-Star, pull your thorns
out your carat (Uh-huh)
Bought my dog a new kennel, it's
a palace (Grah, grah, grah)
I'm the fortune and the winners wanna
best me (Skrt, skrt, skrt)
I rock minks when it ain't
December 'cause my diamonds
(Drip, drip, drip)
Women lie and men lie, but not
this money (Bitch, bitch)
I'm a 'rilla, call Coachella,
tell 'em comin' in Margiela
I don't like her, I can't sweat her,
I just cum and keep it mellow
I got ninety pills on me
like I'm Julius Peppers
Rolls-Royce truck umbrella
Go in for my brother
I keep Wockhardt on my belly,
yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Back in 'em days, minimum wage
Now a nigga up top, gettin' too paid
Slide on a opp block with a Blu-Ray
Extended clip, we movie gang
Your boyfriend like, "Ooh, she can't"
Went and took her anyway
Now he want his girl back, fuck
you, have a nice day (Yeah)
Burberry on my coat
If it's a problem, I'm
pulling up ten-four
Walk in his house, smoke
a nigga like indo
Percocet popper, don't
fuck with the benzos
Party in the brib, hit
the line for the info
Murder every nigga, murder
every instrumental
They not my kinfolk
They finna get fucked up when I hop
out the Benz like Rambo, uh
Uh, shit'll make the devil dance
Leanin' all over this song, don't
think I stand a chance
Separate my rights from my wrongs,
to never be wrong again
I'm DJ Khaled with it all
'cause all I do is win
I keep Wockhardt on my belly, yeah
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