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rich amiri – mournin lyrics

[chorus]
ayy, .223, extended mags, pushin’ iron out (pushin’ iron out)
put your chain out, ‘less you wanna die for it (wanna die for it)
i got vvs, diamonds all on my rollie (bling, bling, bling)
lookin’ at the city, somewhere on the top floor (on the top floor)
hope you hearin’ my voice (my voice)
fake love, man, that sh+t got me annoyed (oh my god)
they don’t want you, they just want you for your coin (oh, no way)
that’s why i’ma play these b+tches just like atari
kick her out in the mornin’ (mornin’, yeah)
[verse]
in that trackhawk, ’cause that scat’ way too boring (skrrt, skrrt)
f+ck it, finna flip this b+tch over, finna floor it (uh)
hate n+ggas with their hands out, beggin’ for sh+t (what i hate)
love when she tell me, “beat it out,” i don’t force sh+t (yeah)
yeah, you got a big bag, but my bag enourmous (yeah, let’s go)
b+tches, they not on it, no, no way, this a corvette (skrrt, skrrt)
my ho slim thick, yeah, she don’t need no corset (no)
n+ggas, they be fake, switchin’ up, i can’t endorse that (yeah)

[bridge]
hold up, yeah, i got some money, i need more, yeah (hold up, hold up)
yeah, your b+tch, she bad, my b+tch more bad (two, two b+tches)
f+ck her on the tour bus, she a wh0re, man
you had sold me out, you a ho for that (oh my god)

- rich amiri lyrics

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