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rich amiri - seen it all lyrics

[intro]
top bird, double r
double b, bird business sh+t n+gga
brrr brrr

[verse 1] (summrs)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
talked to my bro through the jail call
pray to god that i don’t fall off
blow a hole through his chest with the sawed+off, sawed+off
b+tch you can’t lie to me i done seen it all, saw it all
two steps ahead of the game, off a addy customizing chains
my n+ggas be sn+tching these brains, brains
drive that maybach through the rain
pay with complimentary champagne
sometimes i feel like kobe, sometimes i feel like [?]
i just need me a [?] i’m sippin’ on drank
i never hit up my [?]
my brothers gon’ leavе ‘em a stain, don’t make the wrong mistakе
outside his house we gon’ stay
pushing that g63 with no brakes
mama i came a long way, [?] tied up to some [?]
throwing shots like parade, she tryna play with my name like arcade
she spit in my mother f+cking face
i never take these b+tches serious, i don’t think they really hearing us
i don’t think these n+ggas lit as us
blow that choppa’ like some angel dust
poppin’ sh+t that’s why she came with us
said that’s your b+tch but she stay with us
[verse 2] (rich amiri)
let go let go
run through the gas [?]
lil’ petty sh+t it wasn’t made for us
run through a hunnid’ and made it uh
taliban turn you to angel dust
my n+gga trippin’ he want him a body
caught him a body they can’t say none
the case is up, y’all n+ggas funny and fake as f+ck
that fishbowl i told my woedie’ to paint the [?]
yeah, no handouts young n+ggas made from none
i know this sh+t wasn’t made for us
now pockets fat y’all bankrupt

[verse 3] (summrs)
pockets fat y’all bankrupt
you gotta’ get your paper up
[?], double my cup
f+ck this b+tch, i don’t want love
tiffany diamonds [?] cash
f+cking with me her whole life i done carried
i got these m’s we getting married
i got these m’s we getting buried
together forever i get cheddar
she blowing me, i’m blowing n+ggas with my beretta
came in on some light sh+t, floating like a feather
they copy everything i do, i’m a trendsetter
[verse 4] (rich amiri)
i want to pop these pills shawty
i wanna’ crack the ceiling shawty
give a f+ck how you feel shawty
c4 make these [?]
3 percs in can’t feel my body
but a young n+gga just feel right
f+ck yo’ gang come k!ll some bout it
bend a b+tch back got her doing pilates
i put that fly sh+t all on my body
choppin’ the top off the coupe kawasaki
i’m in that front seat i [?] it
bae i can’t love you, i’m in love with roxy
he wanna’ talk sh+t finna’ red dot him
[?] white b+tch up in the lobby

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