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richie - next level lyrics

richie:
hey!
hun
skraaay out
it’s getting serious on this trap man(i’m trapping n#gga)
richie
yeah
hun

they told me i’m trash i keep it 100
i came off the notch no b#tches contended
i thought over all of the crimes i committed
then thats when i knew i was faking an accent
but n#ggas be tripped on b#tches
who don’t got no feelings
but right back they bringing their pockets for filling
that is the reason i pull up this rhythm
so all of my n#ggas would not be a victim like ay
broke n#ggas feeling the need to be f#cking em b#tches with lotta their money
next level type beat richie is on this so my n#gga go update your playlist
getting em clout getting em game getting cash yh i’m getting the money
accent so fake hating on me then you just gotta be silly
y’all n#ggas gotta be silly pull up in 4k like yh am big willie
wassup with your brother n#ggy he making me feel like i’m g#y is he crazy
i got the bag from the county, next level sh#t yh i’m bringing up riches
they say i’m rapping so stupid i do what i do so the money keep coming
rapping on this
rapping on this and i’m bringing the sh#t
n#gga so rich
n#gga so rich and i’m buying some sh#t
quarter of a mill
quarter of a mill is like nothing to me
pull up on this
pull up on this yrn sh#t
get it yh
get it yh
get it (get it)
get it yh
next level sh#t(hun)
get it yh
get it hun
get it yh
next level sh#t hun

marshal, what
marshal, what
get on the sh#t n#gga, right
(aye,aye,aye,aye,aye,aye)

halo marshal:
aye i got demons in my closet tryna write for me
so my wordings can be much more better than the times of the real
man i got this capabilities i could do anything
so when i jump on the mic you should know what the f#ck these beats means to me
aye!
grab on the mic, i got the rhymes
i got the sh#t you count multiple times
you can just die, straight suicide
if you think you can battle with the demons inside
she wanna ride, blow till i’m high
she asked if i could choke her, yeah b#tch i might
i should be shy, i am no child
i could do anything, since it’s my life
f#ck it (yeah) x4
aye
hun okay cut the sh#t
let’s go!

you know my smiles are poisonous, right?
you know i can really k!ll you in the twinkle of an eye
that’s what it feels like to be discouraged by life
and people, started, running for your kind
the walls are closing in, no sh#t i couldn’t sleep
tryna make up something for myself so i could think big
no trashes, all i think about is money
we ain’t from the street get your ass up and free your d#mn mummy
and stop hopping around like a cry baby
get your senses out, and stop thinking like a lady
rapping like you ain’t got goals, and pursuing slim shady
i got money, i got b#tches, you’ll end up still shouting, d#mn!!
ain’t n0body thinking what i’m thinking?
ain’t n0body dreaming what i’m dreaming?
cuz i feel like, i’m actually the most outstanding
yh none of you can prove who you really are to me
cuz i’m
faster, smarter, sharper, i’m the ending called the latter, i’m not guilty but i’m the k!ller, i make things work like this karmer, stealing shows and stealing concert is what i do cuz i’m marshal, eating the plate and not the salad, murdering verses like the liners
yeah!
i might not be so speedy enough
you should know why i called it sh#tty enough
cops arresting, they forgot handcuffs
cuz i don’t talk much doesn’t mean i’m a snub
i’m trying my best, still seeking for the rest
it’s your game and you were defeated, playing chess
so where ever i go, i’ll stand up and beat my chest
i’m the vvip, no regular guest
this my throne, i sit
my zone, no sh#t
it’s like a trianglar phase, i’m never allowed to quit
i’m the owner of myself, so i developed these sk!lls
to dine with the king and crown my lyrics
no stopping, till i cannot feel my feet
not long enough, i could really stay so fit
sacrifices paying off, cuz i feel so lit
seraphims on the wall n#gga get them some drinks
yyahh!!!
what’s all the rapping about
i step out the stage and you screaming marshal
i spill out the truth they sure come from my mouth
i’m done with this place
k!lled the sh#t
then i’m out(out)
what’s all the rapping about
i step out the stage and you screaming marshal
i spill out the truth they sure come from my mouth
i’m done with this place
k!lled the sh#t
then i’m out (out)
there you go
there you go
there you go,(aye)
there you go
there you go,hun
next level sh#t

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