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philthy rich, scy jimm, ceo trayle & sauce walka - rich is gangsta (remix) lyrics

[verse 1: philthy rich]
59 bad b+tches, roles truck on 6’s
yeah, he might be a gangsta, but he is not the richest
broke n+ggas telling jokes, keep it off the net
stomp down around this b+tch, playing [?]
man, them n+ggas clout chasing, n+ggas dying for a buzz
all that weak ass sh+t, i wouldn’t sign you for a dub
they ain’t never had [?] til them n+ggas met me
in the middle of the ocean, bad b+tch on jetski
if you ain’t know that rich is gangsta
ain’t gotta drop no bag, a lotta gangstas ohe me favors
four pockets full, but they call me 59
a hundred thousand on this roley, still can’t find time
bad b+tch from l.a., she know i’m having thangs
[?] f.o.d., but get diamond chains
solitars in my vinears
five karot stones up in each ear

[verse 2 ?]
thesе n+ggas wanna beef, but i can’t find time
i’m sipping liquor with a b+tch who look like fine winе
get rich, put on my whole team, it ain’t no i in mine
before the deal, i been had motion, n+gga, i ain’t lieing
in vegas on the strip, all these blues, they think i’m crip
n+gga [?] rip, while something big come off my hip
everywhere i go, i leave a puddle, i keep putting on all this drip
i don’t do no capping, [?] hear it come from my lip
know we getting chicken, riding round with 30 racks in the coupe
i come from selling rocks, b+tch, i feel like pac, i got the juice
i get fly as f+ck, they tried to cut my wings, i still flew
money talk, if it ain’t about them racks, then i ain’t hearing you
[verse 3 ?]
28 sit tall, i’m t.r.x., i can’t even see [?]
i put [?] stones up in my ear, cost 33 a pare
stuff a goiard bag with all new blues, that’s why they keep appearing
yellow cuban rose [?] on the side, it look like [?]
spent 500 thousand on my ghost to see the stars in it
[?] lil bro [?] my drank, ’cause it got bars in it
i ain’t been in the hood, ’cause my lil dawg just caught a charge in it
popped these percisets, and hit that p+ssy like [?]
i’m selling dope, ’cause rap the easy way, now i got easy pay
playing roles, [?] he might not see today
[?] put your babies on, them n+ggas need a plate
[?] take a plee, he might just flee the state
i’ve been taking beans, popping [?], smoking weed a lot
f+ck the opps, won’t ever make no staitments, [?]
[?] spot
got 300 rounds up in the trap, that b+tch don’t need a loft

[verse 4 ?]
300 pounds in my trap
i reed up then doubled back, the plug like what the f+ck is up with that?
i think you moving way too fast, n+gga, watch out for the trap
[?] tripple x.o., cross him out before he know
[?] for you n+ggas, it’s like we finding nemo
[?] shoot through the peephole
[?] like philthy b+tch, [?]
[?] percs [?]
i love her, but i hate that b+tch
she say she want new [?] 200 shots he f+ck with us
and if it’s smoke, then puff it [?] leveled up
big dawg, he just a pup
sell, serving through the club
plane jane, i hold it up
[?] money, never fold it up
[?] throwing up
[?] b+tch, i’m showing up
ice on me, i’m gloing up
got me blocked, but i still [?]
must be this tall to ride this ride, you ain’t growing up
[?] they [?]
[verse 5: sauce walka]
oo wee!
my kids got a will like the smiths, where is jada pinket?
thought i was gon’ be a drug dealer, til i started pimpin
yellow b+tch, she got blue hair, she came from the [?]
bought some louie shoes in j+pan, i’m karotti kicking
i got 15 cars right now, and they bairley drivin
would’ve had 16, but my brother wrecked the g.t. [?]
sauce be really sinning, white meat, [?] fried chicken
my [?] rappers, they might pull up in a trapper
caught a million [?] my ear [?]
multimillionaire, i ain’t wanna sign no deal
stay collecting [?] r.i.p. to emmit till
sauce be giving so much game, i need a show
[?]

- philthy rich scy jimm ceo trayle sauce walka lyrics

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