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richtown butter - iur flow lyrics

[intro: richtown b+tter]
hold on, hah
b+tch
f+ck is wrong with u dumbass n+ggas, hold on
d+mn, max
real gang sh+t, hold on
i don’t even gon’ start this b+tch back, but i’ll just talk crazy on this b+tch n+gga no cap (you hard as h+ll dog)
[?]
n+gga free lil kodak
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah

[verse 1: richtown b+tter]
i don’t do no robbin’ [?] n+ggas do
f+ck i’m supposed to patrol, what the f+ck these n+ggas wanna do (for real)
laugh at that, this dumbass n+gga know i set that play
even when we at the curb, b+tch we got 2 k
b+tch, michael actson
you better hold (?) not f+cking there cause he gon’ clap somethin’
n+ggas ain’t been shootin’ no videos, now i’m back hungry
my dog must’ve got some money cause he actin’ back phony
(huh)
n+gga i ain’t no [?], but i be rollin’ with them
i’m with gang, we off them percs, i be rollin’ with them
if it’s us, [?], i be rollin’ with them
it be hard to function, i can’t focus if it ain’t drugs in my system
threw a terrier on the chop, imma [?] ’em
i can’t even catch [?], get ’em
like why d+ck sucking? show fake love
you got a gang full of hoes, n+gga, y’all fake thugs
b+tch, me and my ceo, we’ll crash out
i just dropped a couple of bowls off at the stank house
we’ll f+ck around and leave a n+gga stanking in the house
all my n+ggas really with that sh+t, f+ck you talkin’ bout?
we in my hood, we walk n+ggas in and we walk ’em out
if a n+gga talk down, d+mn, bro already walked him down
n+gga you heard my f+ckin’ price, n+gga don’t try to talk me down
i was bored locked in school teacher[?], now i’m chalkin’ out
give a f+ck who was talkin’, d+mn don’t give a f+ck bout now
if a n+gga come out way i’m coming with a hundred rounds
we should put a opp in the bow, that’s a couple pounds
we ain’t even want to smoke that n+gga, shipped him out of town
my dog really out of sh+t, don’t get loud with us
we ain’t come to play ball, we’ll get foul with it
(hold on, hold on, hold on)
somebody put a opp in the wood and get loud with you
[verse 2: icewear vezzo]
yeah
run up on him with that cannon, make him run from me
i’ll up that drac’ on n+ggas’ babies for that young money
i’m finna do a walkthrough, they got a dub for me
treat the trap like my playground, now i got club money
i’m from detroit, f+ck
you might not understand
count that paper that’s two mil in cash, i need double hands
freaky b+tch, finna pop that p+ssy like a rubber band
hit my show, jump right on the stage, i snuck cutter in
iced up records
yeah, we the new cash money
f+ck that, we the new death row, come sell a slab for me
cut a bricky, jumping off the scale, look like cab money
got a skinny b+tch, but she got money, bought that ass for me
hundred rounds pokin’ out my shirt, this the bl!cky dance
water in my rollie look r+t+rded, call it chicken man
i just got some head in vip, gotta fix my pants
we caught a opp lackin’ in the club, n+gga tripped and ran
i want 50 for a show, yeah, that’s my new price
sign a million dollar record deal, and i bought new ice
real drank legend in my city, i sold lou pints
met a b+tch and hit her the first day, she spent two nights

[outro: icewear vezzo]
hmm, yeah
freaky hoe
she spent two nights

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