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Rich As F**k (feat. 2 Chainz)
Lil Wayne
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Ugh, AK on my nightstand, right next to that Bible But I swear, with these fifty shots, I'll shoot it out with Five-O Pockets gettin' too fat, no Weight Watchers, no lipo Money talks, bullshit walks on a mother****ing tightrope And I make that ***** tap out, I knock that ***** out cold Nigga, you get beat the crap out, but that's just how the dice roll These hoes want that hose-pipe, so I give all these hoes pipe She get on that **** and stay on, all night, like porch lights Let's do it, **** talking, we out here, we ballin' And I'm spraying at these rusty niggas like WD-40 We ****ed up, we Truk'd up; no if, ands, or butt-****s ***** niggas go behind your back like nunchucks, and that's ****ed up But my hoes down, my cups up, my niggas down for whatever These ******* think they're too fly, well, tell them hoes I pluck feathers I'm Tunechi, Young Tunechi, I wear Trukfit, **** Gucci She blowing kisses at me with her ***** lips, smooches And that's 2 Chainz Look at you (Aw), now look at us All my niggas look rich as **** (Yeah) All my niggas live rich as **** (Yeah) All—All my niggas look rich as **** (Yeah) Look at you (Look at you), now look at us (Now look at us) All my niggas look rich as **** (*****) All my—All my niggas live rich as **** (You hoe-ass bi—) All my—All—All my ni— Ugh, never talk to the cops, I don't speak Pig Latin I turned a penny to a mother****in Janet Jackson Tell the ******* that be hatin' I ain't got no worries I just want to hit and run like I ain't got insurance, ho What's your name? What's your sign? Zodiac Killer All rats gotta die, even Master Splinter Yeah, murder, one-eighty-seven I be killing them *******, I hope all dogs go to heaven And I got Xanax, Percocet, promethazine with ******* Call me Mr. Sandman, I'm sellin' all these hoes dreams Got a white girl with big *******, flat-ass, TV screen I keep a bad *****, call me "The B.B. King" And you know I got that mouth out her Then put that ***** out like a house fire I'm killing these hoes like Michael Myers I eat that cat just like a lion And I can't trust none of these niggas Can't trust none of these hoes And I see your girl when I want I got that ho TiVo'd, ugh Got a red-ass ***** with a red-ass ***** Nigga try me, that's a dead-ass ***** Since y'all mother****ers so blind to the fact To tell you the truth, I don't care who's lookin' All I know is I love my ***** And ***** feel just like Heaven on Earth Six feet deep, **** shovelin' the dirt Light that shit, then pass that shit, we gon' get so smoked out And then I went, got locked up; every night, I dreamt I broke out One time for them ***** niggas—that's that shit I don't like We eatin' over here, nigga—**** around and have a food fight And that's 2 Chainz Look at you (Uh), now look at us (Yeah) All my niggas look rich as **** (What?) All my niggas live rich as **** (What?) All-all my niggas look rich as **** (Yeah) Look at you, now look at us (Get the **** out y'all *******, straight up) All my niggas look rich as **** (Any ***** who don't wanna give me no *****) All my-all my niggas live rich as **** (**** you in your *******, *****) All my-all-all my niggas look rich as **** And your nigga a hoe
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