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RNB (feat. Megan Thee Stallion)
Young Dolph
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(Play me some pimpin', man) Baby Baby, baby, baby Oh, baby (Baby) Uh-huh Yeah, yeah, it's Dolph (What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the **** up") Yeah, yeah, yeah Drive my Lambo' like a Chevy on some rich b***h shit (Skrrt) You can't talk to my girl, she a rich b***h b***h Told the teacher I was gon' be on the rich b***h list (Told you) Black ass b***h, quarter mil' on his wrist (Hey) Black ass b***h with a bad ass b***h (Uh) I went got the bag and now everything lit (Uh) I went got the bag and now everything lit (For real, though) I went all the way through hell and back to get to this (Yeah) Ten toes, stayed down (Yeah), real hustlin' (Yeah) Cut a couple niggas' water off, but still love 'em (**** 'em) Young b***h, big heart (Big), big d**k (Big) G-Wagen or the double-R, which truck? Ball hard for the days when I didn't have it (Ayy) She bad as a mother****er, but she still ratchet (Ayy) Started in South Memphis, ended up in a mansion (Ayy) Ain't no stylist needed here, crazy with the fashion (Uh-huh) I'm just poppin' my shit, nah, I ain't braggin' (Yeah, yeah) Pickin' up bags all in Paris (Yeah, yeah) Flood my neck out with some carats (Uh) My young niggas the neighborhood terrorists Drive my Lambo' like a Chevy on some rich nigga shit (Skrrt) You can't talk to my girl, she a rich b***h b***h Told the teacher I was gon' be on the rich b***h list (Told you) Black ass b***h, quarter mil' on his wrist (Hey) Black ass b***h with a bad ass b***h (Uh) I went got the bag and now everything lit (Uh) I went got the bag and now everything lit (For real, though, yeah) I went all the way through hell and back to get to this (Ayy, ayy, yeah) Please don't wish me well if you used to give me hell B*****s send they last to fake it when it's free to be real, huh Please don't come and tell me 'bout no story that you heard This is not Sesame Street, I do not kick it with no birds, ah Brown skin b***h in a black Lam' swervin' (Black Lam' swervin') I just blew a bag on all-black Birkin (On an all-black Birkin) I think that I might be way too real of a b***h (Way too real of a b***h) Ayy, he told me watch my mouth, I told him, "B***h, watch your kids," huh This that rich b***h shit, if it ain't, then he ain't lookin' (He ain't lookin') You can't take my heart from me with your cleanin' or your cookin' (Or your cookin', b***h) Drive my Phantom through the hood on some boss shit, ayy (Skrrt) You can't **** my man 'cause he with a rich b***h (Ah) Drive my Lambo' like a Chevy on some rich nigga shit (Skrrt) You can't talk to my girl, she a rich b***h b***h Told the teacher I was gon' be on the rich b***h list (Told you) Black ass b***h, quarter mil' on his wrist (Hey) Black ass b***h with a bad ass b***h (Uh) I went got the bag and now everything lit (Uh) I went got the bag and now everything lit (For real, though) I went all the way through hell and back to get to this (Yeah) I went got the bag and now everything lit (The bag) I went got the bag and now everything lit (The bag) I went got the bag and now everything lit (The bag) I went got the bag and now everything lit (Woo) Shit, rocks around my neck, they match the ones that's on my 'fit (Damn) Seen a girl from high school in traffic, blew her a kiss (What up?) Too rich for a broke nigga, baby, nah, we don't mix I got bad b*****s comin' by the twos like a Twix Drive my Lambo' like a Chevy on some rich nigga shit (Skrrt) You can't talk to my girl, she a rich b***h b***h Told the teacher I was gon' be on the rich b***h list (Told you) Black ass b***h, quarter mil' on his wrist (Hey) Black ass b***h with a bad ass b***h (Uh) I went got the bag and now everything lit (Uh) I went got the bag and now everything lit (For real, though) I went all the way through hell and back to get to this (Yeah)
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