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young thug - rich nigga shit lyrics

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[intro]
ay, ay, ay, ay
i came, i-i-i
i think i came with uhh
what you call those?
yeah, a magician, i became one of those
not overnight though

[hook]
rich n-gga sh-t, pull up in that phantom (skrt)
you know this the anthem, bleeding like a tampon (soowoo)
rich n-gga sh-t, hundred in my linen
bad b-tches trailing me, on my way to lenox
this that rich n-gga sh-t
this that rich n-gga sh-t
homie this is rich n-gga sh-t, yeah rich n-gga sh-t
i swear this is rich n-gga sh-t
oh yeah, oh yeah

[verse 1]
rich n-gga sh-t (sheesh)
b-tches want to f-ck my dogs, little tick
all these b-tches gotta be g-y, they f-cking cliques
b-tches whispering in my ear, saying she ain’t gon’ snitch
b-tches say they want that south beach, lebron
b-tches eating ounces of molly like its yums
b-tch you bet my hoe filled with nothing but gum and tounges
all these b-tches jumpin’ me in they don’t do no ones
you know i chop all off them b-tches off
40k throwed in the ocean, pacifica
you can not think that i’m sweet like no cinnabon
i’m gonna redo your hair, like [?] thugger riding home, thugger got the chrome, thugger friends with brodee
unfunk on the way home, yadigg

[hook]
rich n-gga sh-t, pull up in that phantom
you know this the anthem, bleeding like a tampon
rich n-gga sh-t, hundred in my linen
bad b-tch is trailing me, on my way to lenox
this that rich n-gga sh-t
this that rich n-gga sh-t
homie this is rich n-gga sh-t, yeah rich n-gga sh-t
i swear this is rich n-gga sh-t
oh yeah, oh yeah

[verse 2]
hundred k left, hundred k right
b-tches box for boxers, fright night i
ain’t from nyc, but i got bricks and had run for the cheese
i got b-tches want to jump on me
they say i never let their old man me
f-ck em, never eat
treat em like police, every time i say i’m dodging em
another b-tch call, by heart charger em
these p-ssy n-ggas finna bother him
these p-ssy n-ggas shouldn’t have started him
and if young thug was food
many b-tch n-ggas would order him
you know your girl want to order him
you know your auntie want to order him
you know your cousin want to order him
the other other want to order him
all white fendi suit like eminem
all red d-ckie suit, shoot like suge and them

[hook]
rich n-gga sh-t, pull up in that phantom
you know this the anthem, bleeding like a tampon
rich n-gga sh-t, hundred in my linen
bad b-tch is trailing me, on my way to lenox
this that rich n-gga sh-t
this that rich n-gga sh-t
homie this is rich n-gga sh-t, yeah rich n-gga sh-t
i swear this is rich n-gga sh-t
oh yeah, oh yeah



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