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rich the kid - made it (streets on lock 3) lyrics

[intro: takeoff]
i still got the key
we still got the streets on lock man what the f-ck wrong with these n-ggas man
thought a n-gga was slipping man
we never fall off man c’mon man you know that sh-t man
migos!

[hook: peewee longway]
drug money went and spent it at the lot (drug money!)
put them forgies on that b-tch so it can squat
told my teacher imma grow up slangin’ pot
hundred bands i rubber band that sh-t a knot
they say i wouldn’t make it
my momma said n-gga be patient i trap out a vacant
they say i wouldn’t make it (x2)
my momma said n-gga be patient i trap out a vacant
they say i wouldn’t make it (x2)

[verse 1: rich the kid]
i pull up in audi and rari im sh-ttin’ on n-ggas and b-tches that said i wouldn’t make it
the f-ck wrong with n-ggas that talkin’ ’bout me
i pull up in v
li-li-livin like diddy i’m covered in gold
i run with a tool
i come in your house
f-ckin yo’ b-tch on the couch
stickin’ this d-ck in her mouth!
my diamonds they hit like rocky these haters they copy my pockets is sloppy
i’m whippin and workin the stove you stuffin’ the dope up your nose
you broke as a b-tch with no clothes my rolly it come with a roll
i’m smashin’ and p-ssin’ that b-tch
you fell in love with a ho!

[hook]

[verse 2: zed zilla]
i take this kush blunt and face it
doublin’ my cup i’m ’bout to pour up and i wanna take straight medication
them b-tches was hatin’ they said i wouldn’t make it
these lyin’ hoes they get information
from everyday n-ggas that [?] they probably trap right out your vacant
full of the drugs i’m strapped up
guess what i’m still on probation
her head is good as f-ck thats why you see her she give head in rotation
my wrist just lit the f-ck up
my b-tch she thinkin’ she asian
flip the pack then f-ck her right up cause n-gga sh-t i got no patience
my n-gga

[hook]

[verse 3: shy glizzy]
glizzy glizzy b-tch
i got 30 on my wrist
drove all the way atlanta with that 30 on my hip
they want 30 for a show? i want 30 for a brick
i’m a young rich n-gga we ain’t living too different
put them f’s all on my hip
threw them f’s all on my whip
teacher gave me all f’s cause i was flexin’ in that b-tch!
young jefe got that weight these skinny n-ggas need a lift
chapo called me from the payphone told me go and get them bricks

[hook]

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