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rich the kid - gimme a second 2 (demo) lyrics

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[pre+chorus: rich the kid]
gotta flex a lot
i was broke as h+ll walkin’ ’round passin’ cds in the parking lot
now my lil’ b+tch want five racks for a new bag, is you rich or not? (rich or not)
p+ssy good, had to pay for it, let me knock it out like the juggernaut (juggernaut, yeah)
let me stop (hold on)

[chorus: rich the kid]
flexin’ (flexin’)
wake up and brush my t++th, got on a flooded cuban necklace (ice)
i was broke, couldn’t buy no waffle house, my pockets pregnant (pregnant)
hold on (hold on), let me count it, give me a second (beep)

[verse 1: rich the kid]
rich as h+ll
bad b+tches, gotta duck ’em all, i done f+cked ’em all, i can’t kiss and tell (yeah)
baby mama steady trippin’ on mе, why she hatin’ on me? tell hеr go to h+ll (go to h+ll)
young n+gga, i done ran it up, money too tall, i can’t go to jail (yeah)
yeah, it was just me and durel, yeah
i had to grind for real
had to ride the train before i seen a mil’ (mil’)
wake up, i put on new chanel (yeah)
left the house, couldn’t leave my scale (uh)
left wrist like a hundred and twelve
mama mad, couldn’t take the smell (mama)
too many racks, left a paper trail
f+ck 12, i would never tell (f+ck ’em)
no deposit
ran me a check up, i bought a masi’ (skrrt)
start me a label like yo gotti (yo gotti)
i knock it out, she call me big papi (big papi)
flexin’
so many diamonds, can’t forget my bank account was on e (woo, woo)
look at my cuban links, got me walkin’ ’round with your bank account on me (rich)
[chorus: rich the kid]
flexin’ (flexin’)
wake up and brush my t++th, got on a flooded cuban necklace (ice)
i was broke, couldn’t buy no waffle house, my pockets pregnant (pregnant)
hold on (hold on), let me count it, give me a second (hold on, beep)

[verse 2: kanye west]
flexin’
girl named dallas, send a hundred texts
yeah, before i send a b+tch a blessing
i need to see if the s+x good, i’m a s+xist

my oldest said, “daddy not going to heaven”
treat me like a deadbeat, said i wasn’t present
they was tryna treat a king like a peasant
they bought my son a new dad like it’s no headache
i don’t give a f+ck about sh+t, i’m irreverent
last time i got h+lla hate
treated like i wasn’t intellige’
real body, but they h+lla fake
gettin’ tours, i got h+lla dates
the p+ssy tight, the money right, she gon’ sell a bit
then they walk around like she celibate
[chorus: rich the kid]
wake up and brush my t++th, got on a flooded cuban necklace (ice)
i was broke, couldn’t buy no waffle house, my pockets pregnant (pregnant)
hold on (hold on), let me count it, give me a second (beep)



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