chazer wazer – rich dad lyrics
[chorus]
i’ve gotta rich dad, rich dad, rich dad, rich dad, rich dad, rich dad, rich dad
you’ve gotta b+tch dad, b+tch dad, b+tch dad, b+tch dad, b+tch dad, b+tch dad, b+tch dad
my butler gets b+tch slapped, b+tch slapped, b+tch slapped, b+tch slapped, b+tch slapped, b+tch slapped, b+tch slapped
i’ve gotta rich dad, rich dad, rich dad, rich dad, rich dad
now let me get cash
[verse 1]
yeah, i bet you’re so jealous of me
if i was suicidal i’d hang myself with a cucci belt
i eat rich foods, shame sushi smells
i’ve got a rich dad, get quick cash
drive so fast i get whiplash
everyday is a celebration like when logic quit rap
when it comes to an easy life, i spit that
i’m a god whenever i fly to a pope lеss land
i’m a nice bloke though, i help out a homеless man
i help them out because they’ve got a hopeless plan
i invite them back to my crib and play “i’m here”
on a side note, how good is that chazer song, “i’m here?”
i give them some treats, like nine beers
i tell them that i’ve got more game than five deer’s
i then tell them that we’re going by pears
come on bro, we’re going for a quick drive
we get in the car, and holla at this sl+t, “this b+tch fine”
but not as fine as the way i live, because i live fine
oh, but there’s a nice little message, don’t f+ck with i
i tell him this is his biggest mistake because i’m like a k!ller goat
so then i stabbed him in the throat
[chours]
i’ve gotta rich dad, rich dad, rich dad, rich dad, rich dad, rich dad, rich dad
you’ve gotta b+tch dad, b+tch dad, b+tch dad, b+tch dad, b+tch dad, b+tch dad, b+tch dad
my butler gets b+tch slapped, b+tch slapped, b+tch slapped, b+tch slapped, b+tch slapped, b+tch slapped, b+tch slapped
i’ve gotta rich dad, rich dad, rich dad, rich dad, rich dad
now let me get cash
[verse 2]
get in the car, get out the body bag
this is like when i f+ck b+tches, i make hotties sad
my dad asks about the murders, i just go “not me, dad”
the first time this happened was because this b+tch got me mad
i think a shotty’s rad, i would use it on you but it’s pain free
then bury this bum in detroit with shady
the person i pay to clean up says i should stop, b+tch make me
i destroy the weak like nas did jay+z
to me, they’re just the scum on my streets
this song is so good i make you cum on my beats
i didn’t produce this, but f+ck it, it’s mine now
welcome to the good life, i basically live in the white house
this ones just got dead bodies underneath it, that’s why i live on nine clouds
drink 5 oz. of an 8 litre champagne bottle
i drink wine, finger b+tches and taste models
i’m an animal, i’m so hot i’m flammable, eat you like a cannibal
if you think you’re as dangerous as me, you’re laughable
[chours]
i’ve gotta rich dad, rich dad, rich dad, rich dad, rich dad, rich dad, rich dad
you’ve gotta b+tch dad, b+tch dad, b+tch dad, b+tch dad, b+tch dad, b+tch dad, b+tch dad
my butler gets b+tch slapped, b+tch slapped, b+tch slapped, b+tch slapped, b+tch slapped, b+tch slapped, b+tch slapped
i’ve gotta rich dad, rich dad, rich dad, rich dad, rich dad
now let me get cash
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