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so santana - rns lyrics

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[intro}
ya ya ya
ya ya ya
ya ya ya
ya ya ya

[chorus]
thirty thousand chain, spent ten on my wrist
n+ggas talkin’ down i can probably f+ck they b+tches
i look like a l!ck
all this water i’m a fish
throwing money in the crowd, on some rich n+gga sh+t
[verse 1:]
we on mountains we droppin’ the top on they ass so just watch how we livin’
i’m thumbing through twenties and fifties and hundreds and counting these dividends
you n+ggas can’t f+ck with me i got that money on lock
yeah we reaching to the top
p+ssin’ diamond black rocks
ice in my cup, f+ck what you sayin’
i’m too f+ckin’ high off the lean, i can’t hear what you sayin’
i said i’ll put five bands on her salami
cause i know she gon fold just like origami
yeah she gon work me good just like palates
she want to takе a picture no paparazzi
i’m on rich n+gga sh+t
yeah, take a n+gga b+tch
yеah, we stars in a wraith
d+mn, yeah we so lit
poppin’ these bottles with models
running up checks like we just won the lotto
these n+ggas be lurking they just want a follow
they hating cause they know they pockets is hollow

[chorus]
thirty thousand chain, spent ten on my wrist
n+ggas talkin’ down i can probably f+ck they b+tches
i look like a l!ck
all this water i’m a fish
throwing money in the crowd, on some rich n+gga sh+t
[verse 2:]
i’m with nazzii on a plane
we so high f+ck tsa
no rollie plain jane
rich n+gga sh+t we not the same
these n+ggas be thinking they same as me
these n+ggas really just some wannabes
rich n+gga sh+t we on another league
they mad cause they b+tch is a fan of me
i drip water (water), new baguettes
f+cked yo b+tch, no kiss and telling
we in a house in the hills
this sh+t don’t even feel real
she want my pickle i gave her a deal
feel like a fish out of water, got gills
we racing electric eels (yeah)
you f+ck with us you getting k!lled
iron man yeah, i’m packing the steal
ice on my body its giving you chills
rich n+gga sh+t yeah this sh+t is for real
choppa on my lap with a rosarie swear to god feel like a warrior
lot of dead presidents in my hands so i might need a coroner

[chorus]
thirty thousand chain, spent ten on my wrist
n+ggas talkin’ down i can probably f+ck they b+tches
i look like a l!ck
all this water i’m a fish
throwing money in the crowd, on some rich n+gga sh+t



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