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los - we rich lyrics

[intro: los]
ayy
(ooh, sav k!lled it)
n+gga
ayy
p+ssy+ass n+ggas, ain’t got no love for ’em (ayy)

[verse 1: los]
ayy, i couldn’t quit if i tried
i’m still puttin’ plays down, cuz sittin’ outside
n+gga thinkin’ it’s rap, i’m like f+ck it, that’s cool
i’m like where was n+ggas at when we had slabs in the booth?
now it’s five thou for a verse, i’m like pay me in cash
late nights cookin’ up, cut a baby in half
i’ll drop my nuts on a ho, kick the b+tch to the curb
i can pay for that p+ssy ’cause i get paid for my words
said the price triple up, lil’ two+hour drive

[verse 2: veeze]
i sell ’em whole pills, but they crushin’ ’em down
i done made it without trappin’, got my mama so proud
we started from the bottom, now we f+ck with vlive
that n+gga ain’t got no cake in the club
i ain’t playin’ with the opps, got a k in the club
you a p+ssy+ass n+gga, i ain’t fakin’ no love
i just slit your n+gga wrists, see the hate in his blood
we run through like a pint in a day
she told you i ain’t f+ck her, then she lied to your face
i made a hundred thousand with ray
you the type of n+gga happy, hundred dollars a day
[verse 3: rio da yung og & veeze]
i could drink a hundred pops in a day
spray the whip with thirty shots, he got shot in the face
used to ride around with vezz with some rocks and an eighth
now we ridin’ ’round in wraiths with a glock and a k
los took me to the daisy, it got crazy
seen ’em sell a white boy a tenth of fentanyl for eighty
i’m on fenton road cuttin’ a brick up in the bas+m+nt
got the pistol on me, leave a n+gga cold on the pavement
you wanna book me for a show? you gotta pay me
but that don’t mean i gotta go, you gotta make me
it ain’t ’bout what you bringin’ in, you gotta save it
veeze left his pop in here, i’m ’bout to taste it
take a n+gga cuban off his neck, walk away like, “thank you”
ten racks, i blew that at the set wearin’ palm angels
i got some boy jumpin’ off the chain, i can’t tame it, need a dog trainer
sh+t dark as h+ll like an african, the soft caucasian
three ‘bows of real pink runtz, i broke it down in all eighthies
we them n+ggas who got n+gga rich from servin’ all races
we been ballin’ just like michael vick, dodgin’ dog cases
wock’, red, green, i got all flavors
cut a n+gga with this brand new .223, it give bald tapers
i got some strong dog, tryna see if fentanyl take it

- los lyrics

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