richey mula - fendi lyrics
intro
its mula
f-ck around and get a sentence
trigga finger still itchin
burberry still dripping
(verse 1)
touchdown on my plug
i don’t show these hoes no type of love
150 for a hug
wipe my feet off on versace rugs
the scottie tucked
no bullsh-t i keep the scottie tucked
you run on me you get hit with 33
and paramedics pick ya body up
my n-ggas with me it its alot of us
f-ck n-gga ainn no robbin us
go no where without them pocket rockets
stikky sosa itchin for a body
hit up my line i still got it
(blrrrrr blrrrrr)
meet me in the lobby
whipping my wrist till i get me a mazi
i dont wear pradas
i wear zannotis
feds come forget what i seen
i was 17 selling ps
you real or you fake ainn no in between
im brushing my t–th with promethizine
rip coola
my diamonds from cuba
my b-tch work at hooters
my pockets on tumor
b-tch im richey mula
i sleep with a ruga
i wake up and get to the cash
check out my dab
fendi my bag
i was down to my last
i was serving my auntie the gas
smoking on gas with mj and tazz
no kodak
my diamonds they flash (bling blowwww)
touch my jewelry
get put on yo -ss
p-ssy -ss rappers see through em like gl-ss
fendi i dont do prada
im swimming in some gucci goggles
when i was a kid
my moma put lean in my bottle
i been leaning since a toddler
i grew up a f-cking trap scholar
finessing n-ggas for the gwala
another day a day another dollar
fendi belt
and burberry boxers
(hook) 2x
i think imma addicted to fendi
i think i’m addicted to fendi
i think i’m addicted to fendi
i left the house with a semi
f-ck around and get a sentence
trigger finger still itching
burberry still dripping
my old girl still tripping
(verse 2)
burberry still dripping
never say never i’m never slipping
say you trapping but you never did it
you rappers are funny like eddie griffin
say she love me man shorty tripping
b-tch i fell in love with fendi
smoking loud
i’m allergic to midget
pull up in yo city
and serve you a pigeon
skrrrrrr
blrrrrrrrrrrrr
f-ck 5.0
free landlord
at a young age i was paper chasing
i saw that money and i ran for it
p-ssy ainn paying for it
b-tch i’m trappin off a android
counting money till my hands soar
got keys like a landlord
i started off with a dolla
started juggin and i stayed solid
brick city b-tch we full of shottaz
jumped off the porch and got it poppin
i grew up a f-cking trap scholar
finessing n-ggas for the gwala
another day a day another dollar
fendi belt
and burberry boxers
(hook) 2x
i think imma addicted to fendi
i think i’m addicted to fendi
i think i’m addicted to fendi
i left the house with a semi
f-ck around and get a sentence
trigger finger still itching
burberry still dripping
my old girl still tripping
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