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damedot – rich nigga summer lyrics

[chorus]
one time for the thick b+tch who keep twerkin’ on her friend (jose the plug)
i been hustlin’, gettin’ it in
a n+gga put my name in a rap, we gon’ spin
how much you pay for that booty? what you want for that coochie?
i’ma hit it once, then fade like i’m boosie
rich n+gga summer, all i’m f+ckin’ with is hoochies
all i know is drip, i can dress a stylist
she moved ot, tryna reset her mileage
she got good brain, but she ain’t in college
you wanna cry over a rich n+gga or a bum?
i don’t care how cute you is, b+tch, you still don’t get a crumb

[verse]
give a f+ck where you from, i don’t owe a n+gga nothin’
fema owe a n+gga somethin’ ’cause my basеment flooded
i can’t tell what timе it is, ’cause the face is flooded
i’ll send a n+gga home even when the bases loaded
one time for my n+gga baking soda
one time for the state of minnesota
thousand for the drank, twenty for a soda
when these .308s hit his foreign, it’s gon’ flip it over
first mag run out, i’ma flip it over
we f+ckin’ from the back, you not flippin’ over
we can leave the bed made up, f+ck you on the sofa
i’ma put that p+ssy in a coma
my lil’ b+tch a freak, gotta f+ck her on the sneak
her n+gga ain’t gon’ sleep if he know she on the east
b+tch, be a n+gga peace, i get love in the streets
how much you want for some neck?
b+tch, nah, i’m bullsh+ttin’, i don’t really pay for s+x
you don’t need my number, i ain’t really tryna text
she thought it was a ‘rari, i was really in a ‘vette
she thought i went swimming, but i really went to hutch
i’ll get a n+gga whole squad wiped, i don’t give a f+ck
you wanna hold somethin’, lil’ b+tch, hold these nuts
nah, this ain’t no coffee, boy, it’s quagen in my cup
two elite b+tches with me, yeah, top+notch
titties out, hair blowin’ in the droptop
five hundred rounds through that chop got it hot, hot
broke b+tch said, “can we chill?” i said “uh+uh”
what we do on the sneaky link, you can’t tell n0body
n+gga, this that, that sh+t you shouldn’t sell n0body
give a fiend a gram, later on, you gon’ find his body
give a b+tch some bands, she gon’ go and spend it on her body
my neck, wrist lookin’ like a lightshow
this skydweller cost me thirty ice ‘bows
i’m on an island, my b+tch got the white toes
she so pretty, yeah, i f+ck her with the lights on
new amiris, louboutins with the spikes on
i’m the hottest n+gga in the city with some ice on
my hoes ain’t gon’ show up with no mikes on
(alexander mcqueen, louis, gucci, chanel, celine, she ain’t playin’)
[chorus]
one time for the thick b+tch who keep twerkin’ on her friend (jose the plug)
i been hustlin’, gettin’ it in
a n+gga put my name in a rap, we gon’ spin
how much you pay for that booty? what you want for that coochie?
i’ma hit it once, then fade like i’m boosie
rich n+gga summer, all i’m f+ckin’ with is hoochies
all i know is drip, i can dress a stylist
she moved ot, tryna reset her mileage
she got good brain, but she ain’t in college
you wanna cry over a rich n+gga or a bum?
(you wanna cry over a rich n+gga or a bum?)

- damedot lyrics

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