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blacc zacc – richest rapper in sc lyrics

[intro]
let’s get it
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, neeko, you made that motherf-ckin’
yeah
let me pop my sh-t, ooh
imixnation for real
let me pop my sh-t, yeah
hold up real quick, let me pop my sh-t, yeah
hold up real quick, let me pop my sh-t
(i’m comin’ straight off the head, i don’t even got no hook, no nothing for, uh)
hold up real quick, let me pop my sh-t
(for this sh-t, so, you know)
who the f-ck is this?
(i just wan’ pop my sh-t for a minute)
ayy, who the f-ck is this with this bad -ss b-tch? (co, motherf-cker)
with that ice on his wrist (ayy)

[verse]
first of all, b-tch, i’m the richest in the state (in the state)
they say it’s lonely at the top but i feel great (i feel great)
ain’t had no daddy, sh-t, he left when i was eight (ain’t got no daddy)
that’s why i spoil my mama, treat her like she bae, hey (hey, bae)
they ask me how i made a mil’ without no deal (how you did it?)
where would i be without my plug and vacuum seal? (tell my plug)
i left my b-tch when she ain’t agree with how i live (my b-tch)
what makes you think i’m pickin’ you ‘fore my career, yeah (ayy, ayy)
f-ck how you feel, that’s just how it is, you gotta respect it (you gotta respect in)
you wasn’t in the field when i was broke, that sh-t was hectic (that sh-t was hectic)
look at you, b-tch, you got a rollie and a necklace (look at you)
bought you everything you got, so how the f-ck i’m selfish? (how the f-ck i’m selfish?)
but f-ck that, hold up real quick, let me pop my sh-t (pop it)
since i left you, i got oh so rich (sloppy)
catch me on collins with this bad -ss b-tch (who?)
oh, you know her? that’s your friend? oh sh-t (oh sh-t)
got baguettes on my wrist (my wrist), look like lights in this b-tch (like lights)
look at my ears, look at my neck, i could’ve got life for this sh-t (life)
i make music for them n-gg-s in the dopehole
not for n-gg-s with no colored hair and tight clothes
yeah, my son a player, he ain’t nothin’ but 4, yeah
my daughter rich and she ain’t nothin’ but 8, yeah
they love they daddy no matter what you say (that me, co), yeah
i’m under 30, big house on the lake, we straight
ayy, hold up, n-gg-, let me pop it (let me pop it)
kelly price up in my pockets, this sh-t sloppy (woah, woah)
i don’t want no more hoes out of onyx (no, no)
i’m iconic, i can’t show love to no thotties (to no thotties), yeah
my b-tch bilingual, like to drink on t-tos (t-tos), yeah
jacks in my pockets like that n-gg- t-to (t-to), yeah
need pounds for thirteen just like dan marino (dan marino)
richest rapper in my state, i ain’t tryna have the best flow (n-gg-)

[outro]
(and that’s a motherf-ckin’ fact, p-ssy)
yeah, hold up real quick, let me pop my sh-t
(y’all n-gg-s got me f-cked up)
hold up real quick, let me pop my sh-t
(i don’t know what’s up with these new n-gg-s, dawg)
hold up real quick, let me pop my sh-t
(but i been doin’ my thing for a long motherf-ckin’ time)
yeah, who the f-ck is this with this bad -ss b-tch?
(y’all n-gg-s need to knock this sh-t, you feel me?)
who the f-ck is this with this iced out sh-t?
(and i’m the iciest n-gg- in my state)
who the f-ck is this with this iced out sh-t?
(both of ’em, north and south carolina)
who the f-ck is this with baguettes on his wrist?
(it ain’t branded the truth, n-gg-
you just a motherf-ckin’ hater, hah)

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