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rich dunk – bougie lyrics

[chorus: rich dunk]
b+tch, i got bougie, i do shows, then i leave (on god)
all your hoes be at my shows, all of my clothes, they want a g
i put titties on that ar p’ because your boy a freak
all the real n+ggas, they f+ck with me ’cause they see that i’m street (on god)

[verse 1: rich dunk]
and i swear it’s time to eat when these lil’ n+ggas screamin’, “beef!”
that’s why i put a hundred round on my ar, i shoot all week
in the hood with my chain on, i dare a n+gga reach
i knock his lights out with this .40, get to squeezin’ at his t++th
i’m ’bout to gucci out my clothes, all the way down to my feet
i can’t f+ck with these lil’ n+ggas, they got they hand out like it’s free
they got they hand out like it’s cheap, but this little pistol costin’ me
i put that fire on that lil’ n+gga, have him shakin’ in his sleep
and your lil’ n+gga swear he trappin’, he ain’t made a trap a weeks
grab a plate and grab a fork and i can show ya how to eat
lil’ b+tch was thick, but she was broke, so she could never f+ck with me
i always got my ice on, it’s like i dare you f+ck with me
and i charge three thousand a verse, it’s like a pound for me to speak
but that sh+t actually kinda cheap compared to where i’m ’bout to beat
and if you knew what i had knew then you would’ve never doubted me
my n+ggas [?] with this toolie, ain’t no f+ckin’ clout in me
your clout chasin’ ass, n+gga

[chorus: rich dunk & blacc zacc]
b+tch, i got bougie, i do shows, then i leave (on god) (woah)
all your hoes be at my shows, all of my clothes, they want a g (woah)
i put titties on that ar p’ because your boy a freak
all the real n+ggas, they f+ck with me ’cause they see that i’m street (on god) (ceo, motherf+cker, hol’ up)
[verse 2: blacc zacc]
all the real n+ggas, they f+ck with me ’cause they know that i’m street
i f+cked around and missed the show, i’m in the trenches servin’ ps
i put titties on the chopper, then i finger f+cked the streets (brrt)
we take shots at the opp’, like we drinkin’ don p
and i’m a billion dollar n+gga, i should sign to bdb
and what i’m chargin’ for a verse the same price, a quarter key
how the f+ck you doubted me? look at my ice, no cloud in these
my lil’ b+tch from overseas, she f+ck me right, and then she leave
and i just brought another foreign, i like the 12 beside the v (skrrt, skr+skrrt!)
i gotta stay in somethin’ fast, i know the police after me
i made a hundred k this week, not off rap, that’s off the streets (this week, uh+uh)
i got birds like sesame, rappers can’t relate to me (ceo, motherf+cker)

- rich dunk lyrics

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