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mc gr1m3s & bart simpson - rich flex lyrics

[part i]

[intro: bart simpson & mc cart3r]
go buy a zip of weed, hit the club
pay for ’bout ten n+ggas to get in
we crunk, lit, in this b+tch, yeah
know we walk around the world
steppin’, not givin a d+mn ’bout where our feet land at, yeah
get your ass mushed, smooshed (6ix)
yeah, 21, the biggest
put a n+gga in the chicken wing, p+ssy

[chorus: mc gr1m3s & bart simpson]
21, can you do somethin’ for me? (21)
can you hit a lil’ rich flex for me? (21)
and 21, can you do somethin’ for me? (21, 21)
drop some bars to my p+ssy ex for me
then 21 (21), can you do somethin’ for me? (yeah)
can you talk to the opps necks for me? (okay)
21, do your thing 21, do your thing (21)
do your thing, 21, do your thing

[verse: bart simpson]
yellow diamonds in the watch, this sh+t cost a lot
never send a b+tch your dot, that’s how you get shot
i dm in vanish mode, i do that sh+t a lot
took her panties off and this b+tch thicker than the plot
all my exes ain’t nothin’, them hoes busted
if my opps ain’t rappin’, they ass duckin’
you ain’t ready to pull the trigger, don’t clutch it
i know you on your period baby, can you suck it?
i’m a savage (21)
smack her booty in magic (21, 21)
i’ll slap a p+ssy n+gga with a ratchet (p+ssy)
i might slap a tracker on his whip and get the addy (p+ssy)
don’t call me on christmas eve, b+tch, call your daddy (21)
b+tch, call your uncle (21), b+tch, don’t call me (21)
always in my ear, your ho a flea (f+ck)
why my opps be posting guns and only use they feet? (21)
paid like an athlete, i got—
[segue: mc gr1m3s]
all you hoes, all of you hoes need to remember who y’all talkin’ to
it’s a slaughter gang ceo
i got d+ck for you if i’m not workin’, girl
if i’m busy then f+ck no
you need to find you someone else to call
when your bank account get low, you need to find you someone—

[part ii]

[intro: mc gr1m3s]
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
i’m on that slaughter gang sh+t, ayy, murder gang sh+t
ayy, slaughter gang sh+t, ayy, murder gang sh+t, ayy

[verse: mc gr1m3s]
sticks and stones, chrome on chrome
that’s just what a n+gga on
internet clones, got ’em kissin’ through the phone
p+ssies cliquin’ up so they don’t feel alone, ayy
nan’ n+gga seein’ me, i’m young money cmb
i used to roll with cmg, the house is not a bnb
the bad b+tches waitin’ on a n+gga like i’m pnd
i’m steady pushin’ p, you n+ggas pushing ptsd
i told her ass to kiss me in the club, f+ck a tmz
i used to want a gmc, when woe was doing b&e
we revvin’ up and goin’ on a run like we dmc
i layup with her for a couple days, then its brb
you rappers love askin’ if i f+cked, when you know we did
when you know we did
she came in heels but she left out on her cozy sh+t
ayy, i’m livin’ every twenty+four like kobe did
shoutout to the 6ix, r.i.p to 8
swear this sh+t is gettin’ ate, i’m on ten for the cake
get a lot of love from twelve, but i don’t reciprocate
fifty+one division stay patrollin’ when it’s late
21 my addy, so the knife is on the gate
all the dawgs eatin’ off a baccarat plate
n+ggas see drake and they underestimate
take it from a vet’, that’s a rookie ass mistake, ayy
[outro: mc gr1m3s & mc cart3r]
ah, what, what
slaughter gang sh+t, ayy, murder gang sh+t
ayy, slaughter gang sh+t, ayy, murder gang sh+t
ayy, slaughter gang sh+t, ayy, murder gang sh+t
on god
boy, look, you the motherf+ckin’ man, boy, you, ooh
you is the man, you hear me?

- mc gr1m3s bart simpson lyrics

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