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wylie - rich forever ii lyrics

[verse 1: wy~lie]
i just pulled up in atlanta
i ain’t worried about the scammers
pour a four inside a fanta
and all my b-tches they outstanding
i’m smoking gas that’s out the function
i f-ck my b-tch inside the function
i ain’t worried about nothin
i stack my bread i ain’t bluffin
all these b-tches wanna talk
i’m just tryna stack it up
throw my money in the club
make it back we f-ck it up
cocain rang rover
pullin up four doors
hopping out like woah
and i’m feelin so slow
all this lean gotta go
smokin weed by the o
me and rich on the road

[hook]
freshin
oh we finessing
and we rich forever
got b-tches far settle
[verse 2: rich the kid]
i just pulled up atlanta
pour a four inside a fanta
money old like your grandma
f-ckin your b-tch on a camera
black and white print like a panda
flippin network like a sandal
play with my n-gg-s we damage you
i gotta [?] that go shoot
extra clips on the roof
don’t play with me i roll with the hammer
put this d-ck in her mouth like bananas
[?]
money got grey how you like nana
bet she gonna lie to you
i f-cked around and lost the roof
[?]
she suck it i give her the boot
bet she gonna lie to you
at work she pull up at about 2
i hit her and p-ss to the crew
you kissing and calling her boo
and i hang with the killers like a [?]
lean to much got juice
ridin around the city in the coup
can’t f-ck the b-tch the p-ssy to loose

[hook]
freshin
oh we finessing
and we rich forever
got b-tches far settle

- wylie lyrics

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