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rich the kid - everything lyrics

[chorus: rich the kid]
i make your b-tch roll up my swishers, your b-tch wash all my dishes
your b-tch pick up my pack, boy, i send her on a mission
your b-tch do everything, your b-tch do everything
your b-tch do everything, i make your b-tch do everything
i make your b-tch roll up my swishers, your b-tch wash all my dishes
your b-tch pick up my pack, boy, i put her on a mission
your b-tch do everything, your b-tch do everything
your b-tch do everything, i make your b-tch do everything

[verse 1: rich the kid]
oh, she a sl-t, she a dog, she a freaky -ss b-tch
but she rollin’ up the kush, and then she suckin’ on my d-ck
i’m like, “b-tch, please, hoe get out my face”
why the f-ck you in my house? b-tch, get out my place
first, she wash the dishes, then pick up my pack
first, she suckin’ on my d-ck, l!ckin’ on my sack
i’m like, “hoe, where the f-ck your man?”
all up in the p-ssy and i be goin’ ham
i got racks on racks on racks on racks, b-tch, i got the stupid packs
blowin’ on that kush, that loud, catch me in that f-ckin’ cloud
your b-tch do everybody, your b-tch at every party
she roll that kush, she suck that d-ck, and then she pop a molly

[verse 2: derez de’shon]
your b-tch do whatever i tell her
and she eat what i feed her
make your b-tch feel special
f-ck the hoe, and then leave her
your b-tch say she love me
i tell her the same thing
gotta beat the work in the jewelry store with my prisoner
chain gang, couple bad b-tches, a few plain janes
now your b-tch my main thing, and then we young n-ggas like chief keef
we don’t cuff a hoe, we bang bang
it’s rich the kid and d dash, better get your hoe ‘fore we take her home
f-ck her like she a p-rn star, and then drop her off with you later
oh, dash

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