getrichzay – jerry springer lyrics
[intro]
phew
yeah
you know what the f+ck goin’ on, n+gga, still on that sneaky sh+t
(ooh, we leavin’ no clue, please for my man taz)
what the f+ck, n+gga? you know where i’m at
uh
uh, uh
uh
[chorus]
uh, bust down cross around my neck, you know i’m a f+ckin’ preacher (uh, ice)
yeah, so much racks i spent on water (racks) and expensive aquafina (water expensive, yeah)
uh, i just f+cked this b+tch last night (uh), think her name was trina
uh, he found out i f+cked his b+tch (ha), now they on jerry springer (haha)
put that chopper on his favorite rapper (chopper) and turn him to a singer (uh, come here)
swear this dumb+ass ho keep callin’ my phone (dumb+ass), i had to cut off my ringer (uh)
uh, try to take somethin’ from zay, swear lil tay cut off his fingers (ayy, lil tay)
told my n+gga go tie his cleats (go), b+tch (bah), we in the field, we at the arena (yeah)
[verse]
told that b+tch i’m nonchalant (nonchalant), i don’t like to talk, that’s my demeanor
and i told these n+ggas you play, you lay (play, you lay), must ain’t get the f+ckin’ mean (aight, yeah)
all these b+tches sayin’ they love zay (love zay), but i know these hoes don’t f+ckin’ mean it (don’t f+ckin’ mean—)
and i’m f+ckin’ two bad b+tches together, these hoes from philippines (uh, uh)
huh, that chop got a scope on the top that b+tch, i swear i don’t need no beam (swear i don’t need no beam)
huh, that glock got a box on the back of that b+tch, i wet up his whole team (team, n+gga)
uh, lil tay out the car (car), n+ggas run like they seen scream!!
huh, know i’m a young rich shooter (young rich shooter), i walk ’em down in straight supreme (walk ’em down straight)
uh, uh, n+ggas be cap as h+ll, that n+gga a character in a story
soon as we catch an opp, they gon’ have to find his ass like dory
got two b+tches mad ’cause i f+cked ’em both (ha), now they fight like they want more (ha)
he precise, sticky shooter (sticky), leave your brains all on the floor
uh (bah+bah+bah), ballin’ on these n+ggas (ballin’), they know getrich up that score (swish)
beat her down for hours, give an opp b+tch (yeah), she say she sore (come on)
i don’t go back and forth with none of these lil’ opp n+ggas, they ass be poor (mmm+mmm)
swear getrich surround hisself with shooters (shh), but he don’t play no sport
[chorus]
uh, bust down cross around my neck, you know i’m a f+ckin’ preacher (uh, ice)
yeah, so much racks i spent on water (racks) and expensive aquafina (water expensive, yeah)
uh, i just f+cked this b+tch last night (uh), think her name was trina
uh, he found out i f+cked his b+tch (ha), now they on jerry springer (haha)
put that chopper on his favorite rapper (chopper) and turn him to a singer (uh, come here)
swear this dumb+ass ho keep callin’ my phone (dumb+ass), i had to cut off my ringer (uh)
uh, try to take somethin’ from zay, swear lil tay cut off his fingers (ayy, lil tay)
told my n+gga go tie his cleats (go), b+tch (bah), we in the field, we at the arena (yeah)
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