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rich the kid - nasty lyrics

[intro]
squat made the beat
go grizzly
huh?
you must be deaf
what, ayy

[chorus]
she wanna drip a bit, i bought her some red bottoms (what?)
he wanna trust the b-tch, she left him for more dollars (b-tch)
i wanna pour up a four of the lean, got more problems (lean)
i cannot trip or slip, b-tch i got more commas
you thought you was cl-ssy, my money gettin’ ashy
them hundreds is old, i’m doin’ ’em nasty (ayy)
got chicken like zaxby’s
i’m f-ckin’ with keisha, i thought that was c-ssie
i can’t let her p-ss me (what?)
got too many racks, i’m doin’ ’em nasty
i’m doin’ ’em nasty, ew

[verse 1]
hundred fifty racks, doin’ ’em nasty
bought a richard mille, 200k, bougie and cl-ssy, b-tch (what? b-tch)
drop 50k on her wrist, i’m on my sh-t (my sh-t)
‘nother quarter mil on a bent, ooh (skrrt)
pull in the porsche, flexin’ exactly (flex)
i want the b-tch, i won’t let her p-ss me
i told dex, we need more zeros on them checks (huh?)
so we can flex, 100k, that’s a bet (a bet, ayy ayy ayy)
bend her over, i’ma do her nasty (do her nasty)
she a freak, actin’ like she cl-ssy (cl-ssy)
bend her over for the first time, call me daddy (rich, ayy)
bust a nut and i’ma send her home in a cabby (yeah)

[verse 2]
put a birkin on her, now she cl-ssy now, ayy
it’s an ap, i might bust it down, ooh
a keisha or c-ssie
in the attic, money gettin’ so ashy
i f-ck her, she happy (huh?)
freak b-tch always tryna har-ss me
pull up, my bentley do donuts
too much money, it don’t fold up
i’m takin’ b-tches, put your hoes up
i’m smellin’ like money, she holdin’ her nose up
lamborghini, hold the doors up
i was broke, now i’m froze up
keep the money so closer
fake diamonds, n-gg- no sir (nah)
she wanna drip, bought her some new heels (new hills)
i wanna geek, i popped like two pills (two pills)
that’s your b-tch (b-tch)
i f-ck her, she roadk!ll (what?)
the t-tties is fake, but the -ss real

- rich the kid lyrics

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