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ricchi ricch - e-boy lyrics

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sound on grease
badboy ricch
cop that easy
my kicks like yezzy

yeah i’m the whiz boy
the e’s on this boy
i pull up like geez boy
cause i’m that e-boy
my o’s goes with the v’s boy
got greens in this soil
wavy like “des” and “troy”
mhen they destroy

mhen i’m the truth, ain’t never gon’ f-ck with you
don’t mess the view when ever i’m watchin’ you
we know it’s tough, but we gon’ walk it thru
you wanted me off, but i went off of you

ricchi ricch

my n-gg- saint, ain’t no laurent
we want that benz,pop lean and xans
these dreams are way high like soaring g5
drop it back on the line just when we land
aye aye
my shooters back for it
no suit and tie for it
we up all night working hard just to glow from it
heard that jav’s on set, guess we gon roll for him
we got to own what we own and what we’ve owned from it
i got bands(bands bands)
boom di-ditty bang(bang bang)
no murder on the beat, but swear you n-gg-s dead
b3 ol’ skool vans
and when i slide thru you know that i’m that boy ricco
i told that bih lets hook up
she on my d’ like hookah
i blow her -ss bazooka

da_k!llerman

i’ve been just gettin’ the money since 20
n-gg-s be hatin’ but they cannot fade me
‘member those times they never did gave me
shoutout to g-spears, i wish you more blessin’s
yeah, look what god made me
my day is now sunny
i pull up in foriegns, pop leans and some molly’s
the e-boy been soarin’
got rollies on me, i’m shinnin’ and drippin’ like wow
they never know, i took your wifey and made her my hoe
ladies on me like golozo my bro
i’m movin’ fast but i’m on a low
i’m movin’ fast but i’m on a low
trappin’ out the bando, movin’ dope like pablo
played the game like bingo
man’s so tough like rambo, you know how the ting go
rollin’ up some white notes, feelin’ like sopranos
lui v my ten toes, mess with me you dead hoe
in the e with my bros makin’ money convo’s

yo regi
we prolly finna go get that money striaght you know
cash rules everthin’ around me and i can’t wait
cause it’s a e-town ting, we ’bout to get that cash and that green

ricchi ricch

they say you’re what you eat
give me some greens and not beef
man’s extra greasy like mexican cheese
soul of a rasta like swizz
takin’ what god will give, it is what it is
i’m losin’ wieght like my n-gg- elvis
biggin’ my chest and i’m biggin’ my dreams
blessings ‘pon blessings is all we receivin’
you like the story i never heard off when talkin’ to cops
you lost your track like the 99mobs
f-ck your pretends and f-ck all that fake love
dawg i’d be sticky when i’m at the top
my one’s are way up

- ricchi ricch lyrics

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