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young thug – nigga rich (you’s a hoe) lyrics

[intro]
you f-ckin’ digg? i know you f-ckin’ digg
i know you digg the f-ckin’ kid

[chorus]
i told ’em chill with all that n-gga sh-t
i want it clean, don’t like it n-gga rich
my b-tch she trippin’ like she n-gga rich
my diamonds drippin’ like they n-gga rich
i told ’em chill with all that n-gga sh-t
i told ’em chill with all that silly sh-t
my diamonds icey like they n-gga rich
my rollie trippin’, iced out n-gga rich
made them here birds said i was n-gga rich
my car tricked out, i got on n-gga rich
my ho -ss fat and this that n-gga rich
her waist so big man this that n-gga rich

[verse]
i bought her ice, i bought her lot of sh-t
i iced out all of my muhf-ckin’ clique
i put in big and i got bigger sh-t
i got these hoes, they drippin’ on my d-ck
i got ’em drippin’ on that slime sh-t
my hoe been ballin’, she been kinda rich
i bought a casket then i k!lled a b-tch
way before this rap i was on some triller sh-t
stacked up them m’s and started talking strong
i f-cked that lil b-tch while poppa was home
my b-tch start geekin’ and took off her clothes
i told ’em take one to the f-ckin’ dome
i heard my dad looking for me, went chrome
but momma knew i wasn’t coming home
i told ’em “alright, i’m not coming wrong”
i told ’em “alright, i’m not coming wrong”
she wan’ be slime, she gotta wipe her nose
i f-ck that b-tch up like a centerfold
i told that b-tch how [?], woah
she know i can take on her and her folks
they wanna get down with this slime sh-t
they gotta slime out a whole lotta sh-t
we used to air out a whole lotta sh-t
now we ain’t gotta do that no more, you dig
i might [?] a lot of bands
i pull up stuntin’ on the [?]
she tried to dump him like a trash can
she must don’t know that i’m his mans mans
she know he’s attracted to them bands, bands
b-tch he got -ssets to the grand mans
i just hit a prowl, i was at the main land, yeah i just left church
so you’s a h, ain’t talkin’ hermanns (you’s a ho!)
with my main b-tch and i’m eating fish and grits
hundred k for my ring like i’m just filthy rich
stuntin’ every day, i know i’m so built for this
and on my block, you could get k!lled for this
or milked for this, or stripped for this
there ain’t no cure for this
this a cold war, you better have your quilt for this
whole lotta n-ggas ain’t gon’ keep it no realer than this
so just listen for these n-ggas start squealing sh-t (oh woah!)
these n-ggas quick to grab a gun and go to war
and shoot it up, then tell, don’t know who to trust
that’s ludicrous, i ain’t new b-tch i’m true to this
we do this sh-t, wanna pull off some proof, then sh-t
go ‘head
yeah, go ‘head
b-tch, gon’ ‘head
you heard what i said, gon’ ‘head

[chorus]
i told ’em chill with all that n-gga sh-t
i like it clean, don’t want it n-gga rich
my b-tch she trippin’ like she n-gga rich, hey
my diamonds drippin’ like they n-gga rich
i told her chill with all that giggling
i told her chill with all that silly sh-t
my diamonds icey like they n-gga rich
my rollie iced out drippin’ n-gga rich

- young thug lyrics

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