rich brian – seventeen lyrics
[verse 1]
never worry ’bout a single hatin’ motherf-cker
lookin like my next supper, all these moves that i’m makin’ got people talkin
like how many papers is this man signin’, i’m back wit’ the backpack rap
man i’m thinkin’ that this sh-t finna make them scat, got a bag full of cash if we talkin’ ’bout that
run, run it like forrest gump can you feel that, ayy
i’m a renaissance man, if you wanna get a feat you not gon’ get response man
i be hotter than some sh-t your mom cook in a sauce pan
don’t be jealous, don’t be rude, go back to rollin’ up grams
people think i’m sick as sh-t but i’m just eatin’ on ham
wanna beat me in my game then b-tch i’m settin’ up camp
when the females hear my name i know they p-ssy all damp
mr. veterinarian i make that kitty go ham (d-mn)
[chorus]
ballin’, only seventeen, my skin is green
watching numbers goin’ up that’s just the everyday routine
all my old friends h-t me up they wish they had a time machine
feelin like i’m cube i always h-t ’em with no vaseline
[post-chorus]
always sayin’ no when you ask ’em if they got beef with me
dms blowin’ up i always say no b-tch this d-ck ain’t free
watchin’ on your every move i got that sh-t on dvd
flexin’ all the time but i just know that you a bourgeoisie
[verse 2]
you got cash, buy some chains, i buy houses ain’t that strange
you ain’t sh-t, i get lit, all you do is counterfeit
little chick, but she thick, and she always on my drink
sh-t i’m thirsty give it back, and she blondy just like zac
(“who the f-ck is zac?” “high school musical”)
b-tch hold my stacks i’m 30 minutes late to france
gotta get this cash, never give no chance, better bounce that -ss, paid her an advance
got me through this day, sippin’ on bombay, i don’t trust you gotta take this survey
man i don’t look back, never cut no slack, better get way back, ‘fore yo -ss get smacked, uh
memphis flow but i’m from jakarta ho, never understood my hustle but i guess the more you know
checkin’ on your instagram i see that sh-t is going slow, always hating on the progress man yo -ss has gotta go
[chorus]
ballin’, only seventeen, my skin is green
watching numbers goin’ up that’s just the everyday routine
all my old friends h-t me up they wish they had a time machine
feelin like i’m cube i always h-t ’em with no vaseline
[post-chorus]
always sayin’ no when you ask ’em if they got beef with me
dms blowin’ up i always say no b-tch this d-ck ain’t free
watchin’ on your every move i got that sh-t on dvd
flexin’ all the time but i just know that you a bourgeoisie
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