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rich amiri - steel lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah, uh (okay, let’s go)

[chorus]
heard that boy talk out his mouth, told ’em zip it up
these n+ggas phony, ain’t real as us
i just be fishin’ for b+tches, i reel ’em up, yeah (whew, whew)
my life a movie like cinema (okay, let’s go)
my team, we runnin’ up numbers, we k!llin’ you
run this sh+t up to the ceiling, yeah
i’m off an oxy’, i don’t got no feeling, yeah (no)
wait, this sh+t the sh+t i ain’t feeling, nah (go)
cartier diamonds, you know that they real
watch ’em outside, they gon’ bite like an eel (okay, let’s go)
they keep a banana where he gettin’ peeled
she off the molly, like, “bae, how you feel?” (on god)
ain’t ever gon’ quit ’til i make me a mill’
dunkin’ on n+ggas, i feel i’m neal (what?)
bro wildin’ out, had to tell him to chill
i’m in your city, ride ’round with the steel
[verse]
preachin’ to n+ggas, i feel like the pastor
slide to your block, we gon’ leave a disaster
i’m gettin’ money, know i’m a rich b+st+rd (go)
i’m in the gle, i’m goin’ faster (skrr)
talk about bread, then you know he a capper (skrr)
i get the pack in the mail for my trapper (okay, let’s go)
carryin’ n+ggas, my motherf+ckin’ back hurt
he don’t got heat on him, he is a lacker
i got the motherf+ckin’ green like a packer
i spent a rack in celine, it don’t matter
i know he ain’t on a thing, he a capper
i got these motherf+ckin’ rings like i’m saturn
steady be talkin’ ’bout me, he a chatter (hey, chatter)

[chorus]
heard that boy talk out his mouth, told ’em zip it up
these n+ggas phony, ain’t real as us
i just be fishin’ for b+tches, i reel ’em up
my life a movie like cinema (okay, let’s go)
my team, we runnin’ up numbers, we k!llin’ you (uh, uh)
run this sh+t up to the ceiling, yeah (uh, uh)
i’m off an oxy’, i don’t got no feeling, yeah (uh, uh)
wait, this sh+t the sh+t i ain’t feeling, nah (uh, uh)
cartier diamonds, you know that they real (yeah)
watch ’em outside, they gon’ bite like an eel (okay, let’s go)
they keep a banana where he gettin’ peeled
she off the molly, like, “bae, how you feel?”
ain’t ever gon’ quit ’til i make me a mill’
dunkin’ on n+ggas, i feel i’m neal (huh)
bro wildin’ out, had to tell him to chill (what?)
i’m in your city, ride ’round with the steel (okay, let’s go)
[outro]
trap like o’ neal

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