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lul ri – get rich lyrics

i get in my jam, i’m bringing the jelly
sh-t get outta hand, my sh-t in my h-lly
that boy gonna switch on his friends like melly
my team eating good, it goes straight to our belly
i gotta bag with me no books
i know that they probably waiting for the hook
bro toss me the lob n—- imma dunk it
he throw me the p-ss n—- no look
imma up with the fifth if i found out he leaking
and shawty a gunk yea shawty be skeezing
we took his inhaler that lil n—- wheezing
we ain’t shooting for fun we gone slide for a reason
i got steady aim, i don’t need a grip
i feel like beam gunna, walk down where he live
like a ball and a bat, that boy getting hit
he get smacked with a mac put the stick to his lips

i ain’t stopping for sh-t imma empty the clip
(d-mn, that’s just how it is)
i been doing this sh-t since i was a kid
uhh and i’m still hitting l!cks
like bob the builder im moving them bricks
moneymarr imma whip out the stick
like tootie turner, i’m granting her wish
and lil shawty hungry she eating my d-ck
(yea i had to get one i had to get rich
tony hawk flip sh-t doing the kickflips
when i wake up, you know imma hit sh-t
i f— wit c breezy, but this ain’t no kiss kiss)

i stay on my grind like a maf—ing ripstick
call his -ss milo, that boy got some fish lips
that n—- a b—h cause he putting on lipstick
my money jumping i just made a quick flip
these n—-s fake and i’m keeping it real
she call me superman made out of steel
we shooting to k!ll and he thinks he gone heal
put three to his back call him bradley beal
my team going up like we climbing a hill
(uhh we shooting for real)
i got a b—- and she straight from brazil
(fresh prince of the trap, they calling me will)

i’m k!lling the beat i’m a hitman for hire
we slide with two sticks like we starting a fire
that drake and the glizzy gone shoot like a choir
i know that they doubted
push that sh-t through the wire

yea
cut em up
now they tryna switch tryna come with us
100 goons got a 100 guns
you know i’m top two, he the runner up
that means i’m on top of this sh-t n—-
she f— with me because she know my d-ck bigger
like an african mom imma slide with a stick and he mad cause we let that stick hit him
that double cup make it hit different
now he mad cause that n—- stick missing
kamikaze its a dead mission
we put that boy down
its funny his stick hit him

and b—- i’m a thug i’m a thief in the night
that b—- getting left if she doesn’t get it right
put that boy in the sky make him fly like a kite
how you purping online and then don’t want to fight, tf
jerone finna stop at the light
he meeting his maker, finna measure his height
them 223’s flow like some water in pipes
then hop out the car and we gone on a bike

it’s me and wardy
how you my mans and you tried to backdoor me
we cl!cking three times i feel like i’m dorthy
we got the connect, this ain’t lg, it’s 4g
she riding my d-ck she thought it was horsy
uhh, i’m in his house like cory
shawty keep acting she tryna ignore me
imma rick on his block make him feel like morty

d-mn, lul ri

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