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yung richy – what else lyrics

off a couple beans (what else)
maybe a cup of lean (what else)
beat the sprite up (what else)
gonna make it bleed (what else)
i bought one thing (what else)
okay, maybe a couple of things (what else)
uh, saks fifth (what else)
then i hit double g (what else)
then i hit louis v (what else)
in that order

b+tch, i’m so important
these diors imported
n+gga, i could pay your mortgage
f+ck it i’ma spend that sh+t on your daughter
she calling me daddy, she prolly got dad issues
you should be a better father
d+mn, zooming in a go+kart
love lean but i really hate pop
love pop but i really love rock
love peace but i really love glocks
these n+ggas must love headshots
think it’s sweet ’cause the sad songs out
took two w’s rolling off an e, that’s a god d+mn smackdown
i don’t know, i think i run it right now
real sh+t be a hundred right now
13 years old, number nine on the billboard, n+gga like how
i’ma be number one next week, trust me
won’t f+ck your b+tch ’cause i heard that she musty
hundred round drum on the choppa it’s bustin’
word to your mom, that b+tch crusty
sh+t on a f+ck ass n+gga then flush it
ak in the back got a car like a russian
these n+ggas be talkin’ to narcs or somethin’
how the f+ck else my homie get busted
gonna free my n+gga outta the dungeon
when he get out, n+gga, it’s bustin’
run up bands, gain clout
smoke out the pound, i’m on the clouds
off a couple beans (what else)
maybe a cup of lean (what else)
beat the sprite up (what else)
gonna make it bleed (what else)
i bought one thing (what else)
okay, maybe a couple of things (what else)
uh, saks fifth (what else)
then i hit double g (what else)
then i hit louis v (what else)
in that order

first you get the baking soda then you get the water
n+gga f+ck with my moolah, then he gettin’ slaughtered
if you p+ssy then you p+ssy, ain’t no getting harder
i put that sh+t on my mom, speaking of moms i could f+ck your mom
talkin’ that sh+t get the firearm
they’ll be in your crib like “f+ck your moms”
k!ll everybody but your mom (yeah)
i just said it yeah, so i meant it yeah
that n+gga trippin’, catch him slippin’, we gon’ get him yeah
and she screamin’ “richy”
thick ass b+tch tryna get a lap dance screamin’ “nicki”
i am done for now have y’all n+ggas had enough
i’m a real n+gga, i ain’t with that talkin’ tough
f+ck with us, we call your bluff
off a couple beans (what else)
maybe a cup of lean (what else)
beat the sprite up (what else)
gonna make it bleed (what else)
i bought one thing (what else)
okay, maybe a couple of things (what else)
uh, saks fifth (what else)
then i hit double g (what else)
then i hit louis v (what else)
in that order

uh, saks fifth
then i hit double g
then i hit louis v
in that order
uh, saks fifth
then i hit double g
then i hit louis v

- yung richy lyrics

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