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little limbo – rich lyrics

[pre-verse]
all this talk about their gold
man it’s getting really old
streets looking like it’s russia
why these att-tudes so cold

[verse 1]
i got no ice in my wrist
i’m just tryna rep that christ
i been rolling with that risk
call me kyle without lisp
rapping hard don’t wanna choke
poppin wheelies ain’t no joke
they annoying like 2 stroke
gotta tell em god is dope
tell em limbo on the beat
i got jordans on my feet
you know i had to hit that yeet
you a child take a seat
this beat i’m boutta eat
limbo gang you feel the heat
these haters won’t stop texting so i had to press delete
you know god has got my back
all these rappers sounding wack
all there fans must be on crack
just because the beat ain’t cr-p
do y’all really call that rap
i’m about to flipping snap
i’m about to fly away
you can’t hit me with that flak

[chorus]
i got the gold in my soul cuz i’m rich
satan throwing hands but i ain’t even flinch
need that soul music ima get it in a cinch
music need god like it need to scratch an itch

[verse 2]
i k!ll it like i’m boutta grill it
i eat a beat up till i know they can feel it
i dropped in that water that deal gonna seal it
fisher’s of men you know imma reel it
and i’m proudly chh
i see frowns on all they face
cause they look like a disgrace
we getting lit up in this place
i been rolling like an audi
if u fakin then get audi
if u mad then i’m not sorry
getting loud like i’m a ‘rarri
just got done with my first show
got to perform with my bros
got no gucci on my clothes
i got gucci on my flows

[chorus]
i got the gold in my soul cuz i’m rich
satan throwing hands but i ain’t even flinch
need that soul music ima get it in a cinch
music need god like it need to scratch an itch

- little limbo lyrics

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