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yung bleu - rich killaz lyrics

[intro]
(jd on the track)

[chorus]
bunch of rich k!llers (k!llers)
ride around in ‘rari’s (skrr)
doin’ drive+bys in a drop top foreign
we gon’ make that draco spit (spit)
make it go r+t+rded
i’m ten million in and i put that sh+t on god, said i’m lit
real trapper, tell you what it cost for a brick (brick)
cut the barrel off and i get off with a stick (yeah)
f+ckin’ with my brothers, i ain’t f+ckin’ with no rappers (f+ck ’em)
these n+ggas ain’t steppin’ but we steppin’ like some kappas
told her, “f+ck me good, f+ck me faster” (ooh)
and i know you nasty but i’m nastier
i just need a ride, i need a passenger (yeah)
[post+chorus]
and love don’t cost a thing when i’m around you
s+xy lil’ thing, i’m glad i found you
i bet you he can’t f+ck you like i do (do)
i bet you he can’t love you like i do (do)
when i ask you, “do you love me?”, say you do, say you do, ooh

[bridge]
bunch of rich k!llers in my neighborhood
bunch of rich k!llers in my neighborhood
bunch of rich k!llers, ride around in ‘rari’s
bunch of rich k!llers, ride around in ‘rari’s

[verse]
just some rich k!llers, ride around in lambo’s
post up in the birds, it turned into a bando
and i get plug love, it’s more than i can handle
i’m double clipped up like commando
n+ggas, they fans though
bunch of rich k!llers, ride around in bourbon
two hours from new orleans, got k!llers out on bourbon
it’s blood on the carpet, i hit it with detergent
i wish angela yee, can give me lip service
i’m f+ckin’ with made men
play with that fire, play with that stick, just like a caveman
any n+gga go against this sh+t, gotta be a brave man
trappin’ out the days inn, brough the red roof in
no mask, i can’t let you live, tie them loose end
[chorus]
bunch of rich k!llers (k!llers)
ride around in ‘rari’s (skrr)
doin’ drive+bys in a drop top foreign
we gon’ make that draco spit (spit)
make it go r+t+rded
i’m ten million in and i put that sh+t on god, said i’m lit
real trapper, tell you what it cost for a brick (brick)
cut the barrel off and i get off with a stick (yeah)
f+ckin’ with my brothers, i ain’t f+ckin’ with no rappers (f+ck ’em)
these n+ggas ain’t steppin’ but we steppin’ like some kappas
told her, “f+ck me good, f+ck me faster” (ooh)
and i know you nasty but i’m nastier
i just need a ride, i need a passenger (yeah)

[post+chorus]
and love don’t cost a thing when i’m around you
s+xy lil’ thing, i’m glad i found you
i bet you he can’t f+ck you like i do (do)
i bet you he can’t love you like i do (do)
when i ask you, “do you love me?”, say you do, say you do, ooh

[outro]
say you do, ooh (say you do, ooh)

- yung bleu lyrics

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