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rich chigga - seventeen lyrics

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, ay
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)

ballin only seventeen my skin is green
watching numbers goin up that’s just the everyday routine
all my old my 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

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

you got cash, buy sum 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 that?” “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 thru this day, sippin on bombay, i dont 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 uhh
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

ballin only seventeen my skin is green
watching numbers goin up thats just the everyday routine
all my old my 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

- rich chigga lyrics

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