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rico richie - we dem lyrics

[bridge: rico richie]
n-ggas don’t know, where they really can see
and them n-ggas won’t go, where they wanna be
and i really don’t know, why they wanna hate me
but i already know we right there where they wanna be

[hook: rico richie]
we them mothaf-ckas, we them mothaf-ckas n-gga
we them mothaf-ckas, we them mothaf-ckas n-gga
we them mothaf-ckas, we them mothaf-ckas n-gga
we them mothaf-ckas, we them mothaf-ckas n-gga

[verse 1: rico richie]
ridin’ round the city with my b-tch in my coupe
faded like a mothaf-cka, what ya wanna do
n-gga got a pistol on him but he won’t shoot
n-gga what ya wanna do, bought a bentley but won’t shoot
real mothaf-ckas, real n-ggas in this b-tch
we the mothaf-ckas, [?] in the
20 gold bottles yeah we mothaf-ckin’ livin’
da tried to put the chart, but the pen won’t stick
a hundred grand laws, boy that better beat the case
n-ggas out there snitching, bet you find em in the lake
n-ggas out there snitching, bet you find em in the lake
a hundred grand laws, boy that better beat the case
n-ggas out there snitching, bet you find em in the lake
get on with yo life, not a game ya wanna play
dice in my hand, may sound shady

[verse 2: rico richie]
where ya wanna be at, the mothaf-ckin’ top
got it right here on the mothaf-ckin’ block
quarter milli on a 2 hundred out the block
f-ck the hard top boy i had to get a drop
twin carrots n-gga boy i had to flood the watch
i’m the [?] north boy i had to flood the watch
bad b-tches with me, boy i’m f-cking bout 2
call all they friends bout to f-ck the whole crew
whipping up the work [?]
4 in a 1, boy you know i’m bout to spas
richie bobby n-gga boy you ain’t first your last
richie bobby n-gga boy you ain’t first your last
one think about it boy you never b-tch it last
take yo little money then you go and cop a bag
turn your little bed to a couple f-cking racks
turn your little bed to a couple f-cking racks

[verse 3: young thug]
that’s us, ahh
ok my [?] transformer and my blunts are enormous
burnin’ rubber like a m-th-f-ckin’ condom
that lil b-tch know that i like her, she got tipsy from persona
climbin’ on her like a lil lissy iguana ahh
eat that p-ssy like a little creamy mama ahh
beat that p-ssy, bet it look like i just thumped her ahh
n-gga cookin’ fish scale while my toilet thot
get rocks till i die, scream f-ck the cops
on my block, we sell bricks and rock (what)
set up shop, whatya, all i got (stop)
on that clock, diamonds with no mop
and if money grow on trees, i’m a f-ckin’ sloth
b-tch play with my ball, get stuck with a foul
yeah, based on my swagger, should i put this sh-t out?
now, these hoes adore ya, ya swaggin’ like thugger
you should say happy mothers day cause i’m ballin’ wit mother
see you lil n-ggas, man…

[outro: young thug](repeat)
rico richie

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