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rich the kid & peso pluma - gimme a second lyrics

[intro]
dj durel

[pre+chorus: rich the kid]
gotta flex a lot
i was broke as h+ll walkin’ around passin’ cd’s in the parking lot
now my little b+tch want five racks for a new bag ’cause i’m rich enough (rich enough)
p+ssy good, had to pay for it, let me knock it out like the juggernaut (juggernaut, yeah)
let me stop (hold on)

[verse 1: rich the kid]
rich as h+ll, bad b+tches, gotta duck ’em off
i done f+cked them all, like a kiss and tell
baby mama steady trippin’ on me
why she’s hating on me?
tell her, “go to h+ll” (go to h+ll)
young n+gga, i done ran it up
money too tall, i can go to jail (yeah)
yeah, it was just me and durel
yeah, i had to grind for real
i had to ride the train ‘fore i seen a mil’
wake up, i put on new chanel
left the house, couldn’t leave my skin
left wrist like a hundred and twelve
mama mad, couldn’t take the smell
too many racks, i left a paper trail
f+ck twelve, i would never tell (f+ck them)
no deposit, write me a check up, i barter my zip
start me l.a. when i yo got it
i knock it out, she call me “big papi” (big papi)
flexing, so many diamonds, can’t forget my bank account was on e
look at my cuban links, got me walking ’round with yo bank account on me
[chorus: rich the kid]
flexing, wake up and brush my t++th
got on an all flooded cuban necklace (ice)
i was broke, couldn’t buy no waffle, how’s my pockets pregnant? (pregnant)
hold on (hold on), let me count it
gimme a second (hold on)

[verse 2: peso pluma]
joseando ando en el barrio
colgándole el ak
esos culitos hacen “clap”
rolando en un zig+zag
muchas pacas, menos mal
ya saben que ando high
no es el phantom, cullinan
voy tapado y no es irak
el navesón aventador, una mansión como playboy
lo que una noche de morrro soñó
algunas dicen que soy un f+ckboy
f+ck, no, no, no
ya no sé ni cuántas son las pastillas que me dio
esta niña en el trocón
me la llevo y qué sé yo
lista pa’ sacar la glock

[chorus: rich the kid]
flexing, wake up and brush my t++th
got on an all flooded cuban necklace (ice)
i was broke, couldn’t buy no waffle, how’s my pockets pregnant? (pregnant)
hold on (hold on), let me count it
gimme a second
[outro: peso pluma]
flexing, wake up and brush my t++th
got on an all flooded cuban necklace
i was broke, couldn’t buy no waffle, how’s my pockets pregnant?
hold on, let me count it
gimme a second

- rich the kid peso pluma lyrics

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