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rich the kid - windmill lyrics

[intro: rich the kid]
you know we bommin’? (yeah)
rich forever way (huuuuuh)

[chorus: rich the kid]
ayy, make my money flip it, do gymnastics (what?)
yeah, flexin’ with that rollie but it’s plastic (flex! yuh)
real deal, pop a whole seal (lean! aye)
dunkin’ in that p-ssy do a windmill (b-tch!)
make my money flip it, do gymnastics (huuuuuh)
flexin’ with that rollie but it’s plastic (flex! yeah)
real deal, pop a whole seal (lean! aye)
dunkin’ in that p-ssy do a windmill

[verse 1: famous dex]
uh yeah, dexter
flexin’ on that b-tch ’cause i’m a b-st-rd, (huh, ooh)
diamonds in the choker like they are wrestling (yeah, dexter!)
pullin’ in the lamb just me and rich
five b-tches on my d-ck (they what?)
run up on me, got my stick
trappin on the block, i wasn’t rapping
my momma kicked me out, she always snapping (she always snap)
young n-gga don’t know the rules (i did)
i was trappin’ after school (you what?)
i got them hundreds they blue (ooh)
run up on dude then i turn them to soup (i did, yeah)
riding in the honda they was laughing (they was laughing)
now i pull up in the lamb they do they math? (do the math)
i got them diamonds for real
all my diamonds on chill
i got this b-tch off a pill, don’t do the lean if you know its not sealed (dexter!)

[chorus: rich the kid]
make my money flip it, do gymnastics, (what!)
yeah, flexin’ with that rollie but it’s plastic, (flex! yuh)
real deal, pop a whole seal, (lean! aye)
dunkin’ in that p-ssy do a windmill, (b-tch!)
make my money flip it, do gymnastics, (huuuuuh)
flexin’ with that rollie but it’s plastic, (flex! yuh)
real deal, pop a whole seal, (lean! aye)
dunkin’ in that p-ssy do a windmill, (huuuuuh)

[verse 2: rich the kid]
look at my wrist that’s a new freezer
my b-tch a foreign i don’t need her, (b-tch!)
hunnid bands in a two seater
i put a act in a two-liter, (yuh)
made my money do gymnastics, (woah)
calculator, gotta add it, (add it)
started off trappin’ with bands in the attic
mama, she told me to pack it, (mama!)
why you flexin’ with that rollie but its plastic? (what!)
flyin’ in from costa rica she a bad b-tch, (bad!)
the money is short, broke rappers on life support, (broke)
i stay with a fork, (fork)
married to the kitchen, never divorce, (yuh!)
make your b-tch disappear like it was magic, (magic)
i keep flexin’ on these haters it’s so tragic, (flex!)
new wave, new wave. rich forever that’s the way, (money)
take your b-tch and f-ck her face, (woah)
diamonds on me harlem shake (ice, ice)

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