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richie rich - we different lyrics

[verse 1: richie rich]
i slid the corner in my 7+deuce (my 7+deuce)
these n+ggas think that thing a 4+4+2 (a 4+4+2)
i got forgi’s on that b+tch, i got all catcher
you got the right questions, homie, just the wrong answers
i’m with rigga, i’m with peezy, i’m with b+legit (i’m with b+legit)
and if you smokin’ like i’m smokin’, n+gga, keep it lit (n+gga, keep it lit)
i’m a player, i’m a boss, i’m a dog (i’m a dog)
ten clean whips, two boats and four hogs, n+gga
look, your lil’ b+tch, she don’t stand a chance (she don’t stand a chance)
so i curved her and told her she could f+ck my man (you could f+ck my guy)
player sh+t, real n+ggas do it all the time (do it all the time)
so a friend of yours might just be a friend of mine (that’s a friend of mine)
hey junior, n+gga, show me how that bird walk (how that bird walk)
‘causе i can still remember how thеm birds talk (‘member how them birds talk)
wanna hide it from a n+gga, put it in a book (put it in a book)
haha, i bet them dumb n+ggas’ll never look

[chorus: richie rich]
we different, no more curb servin’, no more kitchen
no more diabetes, no more burgers, no more chicken
heavy on the veggies, on these za’s, never reggie
i’m tryna told you, boy, this sh+t is heavy, look
we different, no more curb servin’, no more kitchen
no more diabetes, no more burgers, no more chicken
heavy on the veggies, on these za’s, never reggie
i’m tryna told you, boy, this sh+t is heavy, look
[verse 2: v. white]
you outta pocket if you ain’t smokin’ on exotic
get taco tuesdays with my mack, it be so melodic
what’s the skinny on the pack stacked up in the closet?
a b+o+x to t+e+x’ll turn a nice profit
hit pappadeauxs, grab some gumbo, you can hold the sausage
in the continental chillin’ with a goddess
pullin’ her pants down while she yellin’ out, “daddy, stop it?”
the shaft of my ride pulsatin’ while she top it
i’m agricultural, and at the boat show
it’s only right ’cause i need to haul a boatload
cadillac truck pull a trailer while in tow mode
tinted privacy glass while sippin’ on some lobos
it’s v. white and double with the slow flow
skatin’ on this beat like we on the flow at mojo’s
pull a ho in any environment without a logo
and if you cop fo’, it’s only right i throw you fo’ mo’

[chorus: richie rich]
we different, no more curb servin’, no more kitchen
no more diabetes, no more burgers, no more chicken
heavy on the veggies, on these za’s, never reggie
i’m tryna told you, boy, this sh+t is heavy, look
we different, no more curb servin’, no more kitchen
no more diabetes, no more burgers, no more chicken
heavy on the veggies, on these za’s, never reggie
i’m tryna told you, boy, this sh+t is heavy, look
[verse 3: e+40]
when i was flea+fl!ckin’ yola up in the summer of ’86 (6)
i never thought i’d go from motel 6 up to the ritz (ritz)
i never thought i’d make it up out the trenches of this earth
back in my days, it used to be ass last, purse first
back in my days over a skirt, they’d turn your truck into a he+rs+
back in my days they used to funk and go to war over a turf
anybody can be disciplined (disciplined), anybody can be punished (punished)
anybody can be checked for breaking the rules and not being a hunnid (hunnid)
if you stay ready, ain’t gotta get ready, that’s what legends say
don’t get your eggs scrambled up when you out here visiting the bay (huh)
they’ll make some fireworks like it’s independence day
you f+ckers better not think it’s sweet like it’s cupcakes or crème brûlée (huh)
when you different, you’re different, save your money or you can spend it (spend it)
i’ma follow my callin’ and stay ballin’ like god intended (intended)
had my own plans with no helping hands, we was independent (‘pendent)
if you ain’t got me all up in your top ten, then i feel offended (b+tch)

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