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lilrichlee - doordash lyrics

[lil richlee verse 1:]
look what you made me do, i’m not interested in you, so don’t hit my phone up
n+ggas cap like hats, she tryna drunk me, this b+tch crazy
spent 50k for the richard millie, i’m at your door, like doordash
slide on the opps block then we wet it up, watch them drown, he a b+tch he ain’t about that action
4 hoes in the cadillac, smokin’ cookie, packin’ macs in the back of that
i be on my own, two feet, don’t need n+ggas, i’m good, i’m stacked
bustin’ off the xans, 10k just in cash, i just caught a pack
lookin’ for a baddie, i just want some sloppy toppy in the ‘rari, huh
he said he wants smoke, but he got cancer, all my dawgs keep that chopper
she wanna ride me like a jet+ski, i’m tryna f+ck hеr on the balcony

[nfl lil kidd verse 2:]
i’m gettin to the bag likе all of my hoes on the pole, 50 with a drum, it’s like a semi+auto (aye)
hop out the coupe, the sky is the roof, that’s how i’m comin’ at you (let’s go)
these n+ggas get p+ss on, i don’t respond go hit up my email, that boy a snake he be in the grass
prada with givenchy, ain’t even got on no belt (no belt)
got a few shooters, one call and they’ll melt (and they’ll melt)
i ain’t gotta cap, i got the facts, i don’t tell (i don’t tell)
i just hit the lot, then i press the b+tton (skrrt)
countin up these dead presidents, i’m tryna get some head, your b+tch bald like the rock
pass me the ball, you know imma dunk, she just wanna f+ck ’cause i’m rich, i got a lot of options

[lil richlee verse 3:]
walk in this b+tch with my nuts hanging, pop out with em fully’s, my n+gga troy will shoot yo sh+t for a half a ticket
brought some new j’s, just to step on a n+gga, put his ass on the t shirt, the opps said that they gon get me i just laugh and take it
these n+ggas only touch on the net, but in real life they b+tches, m4 got a red beam like darth vader
she sucked my d+ck, i had to wipe off her lipstick
he was flexin on ig so we pull up and rob him, it went wrong, yeah i know
poppin pills, it had me traumatized, my b+tch mad cause i haven’t called her back, i was busy gettin racks
i got the key to the portal, grandma had a flip phone, so i brought her a iphone, she ain’t like the flip phone
i got shooters in the crib if you try to run up, they’ll light you up like a christmas tree
ridin with that draco, bet you won’t slide n+gga
your b+tch with me, we watchin netflix and chill, it’s 1am and i’m still awake
i don’t f+ck with my dad no more, that n+gga ain’t sh+t
if you try to play me, i’ma take you down, we catchin’ bodies, they gon be in a cold case
i been on the road, i ain’t been home, i’ma keep on runnin’ though
i just poured a four in a 20 ounce, old choppa leave a n+gga with a old face
[lil richlee outro:]
yeah b+tch you know what the f+ck goin on
i was just talkin my sh+t you feel me
we will pull up on you if you diss on the gang

- lilrichlee lyrics

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