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lirik lagu choshane the bling boy - bling boysz

ok. now, this is just the beginning of a motherf~cking rap cause i kept my mouth closed for too long. talk to ’em

i done kept it real from the jump, n~gga
took a lot of sh~t and kept my mouth closed
just know you’re playing with the right one
f~ck around and k!ll your whole household
ever since a n~gga dropped out and slept on
old ass rappers like some dope that was stepped on
put a topic on the table, see who really merkin’
and check these n~ggas pockets, see who really hurtin’
n~ggas love to flex, but be dumb as a b~tch
put him on the spot and make him read, watch how he stutterin’ sh~t
your favorite rapper talk that trap sh~t, but never speak numbers
now that’s the sh~t that raise a red flag and make a n~gga wonder

aye it’s the sixth man, i feel like manu ginóbili
i put a show on for the fans like i’m playing at the garden
put two and two together, now you tell me who should be starting
i’m not a rapper, i just took a break from hooping
right now, i’m getting paid to talk sh~t and f~ck the groupies
while them same hating n~ggas somewhere looking goofy
me while i’m busy getting rich and gaining weight
hundred dollar plates, eating for the times we never ate
with some b~tches on the way and umbrellas in my drink
getting [?] and my hair [?], n~gga(aye) pull up in a fisker
in some house shoes and some sweats
extra ones for the strippers
watch me throw em’ on her flesh
n~gga i’m a pimp
i’ve got hoes like johnny depp
on the count of three
watch me take off like a jet, like
uno, dos, tres
uno, dos, tres
uno, dos, tres
uno, dos, tres
n~gga i’m a pimp
i’ve got hoes like johnny depp
ain’t no need to take my pic
like uno, dos, tres
(aye) pull up in that fisker
drop the top like rossy reynolds
i’ve got bad b~tches with me
popping molly like they’re skittles
extra ones for the strippers
watch me throw em’ on her knickers
word on the street, you’re a rat like stuart little
rich n~gga pull up in some debo house shoes and some sweats
black tee, bank roll
and some new designer specs
these cavalli young n~gga
ain’t no motherf~cking guess
n~gga i’m a pimp, i’ve got hoes like johnny depp
on the count of three
watch your b~tch leave here with me
half a bird for a feature
want a verse? pay the fee
you ain’t getting money, lil’ n~gga, don’t you even speak
young n~gga, old money in a new 2k14

(aye) pull up in a fisker
in some house shoes and some sweats
extra ones for the strippers
watch me throw em’ on her flesh
n~gga i’m a pimp
i’ve got hoes like johnny depp
on the count of three
watch me take off like a jet, like
uno, dos, tres
uno, dos, tres
uno, dos, tres
uno, dos, tres
n~gga i’m a pimp
i’ve got hoes like johnny depp
ain’t no need to take my pic
like uno, dos, tres
extra ones for the strippers
watch me throw em’ on her coochie
these is louis, young n~gga
ain’t no motherf~ckin’ coogi
aw, maynes a’int the same
prices, country~ass trueys
in a mulsanne, switchin’ lanes
whippin it like a dually
this a foreign, not a honda
in your club, with some contraband (drugs!)
all my n~ggas rich, take the money, make a fan
far from broke, f~ck is you sayin’
pull up like the ku klux klan
momma said i’m looking sleepy
that’s cus i’ve been popping xans
young n~gga running with a bankroll
paint a whole face like makeove [r]
chasin’ that cat tryna get to the gold
like the end of the muf~ckin’ rainbow
i got cash on my mind like a tumor
i’m on point like my name freddy kruger
chanel belt matching my pumas
you know i’m plugged with the k!llers and the boosters (que!)

these n~ggas salty and they know i know it (f~ck ’em)
be pillow talking but they don’t know i know it (yea n~gga yo b~tch told me)
be sneak dissin’ and they don’t know i know it (yeen even know it)
but i don’t give a sh~t cause i’m young and rich and i know they know it
n~ggas talk sh~t like hoes, n~ggas that’s supposed to be bros
they said b~tches ain’t loyal, nah n~ggas ain’t loyal
they be quick to switch up like clothes
it ain’t the n~gga with money that change, (watchu mean) it’s the people that’s around him
when you down, n~ggas never hit you up
but when you up, n~ggas always wanna down ya (what these n~ggas love doin’)
n~ggas love to talk cash sh~t when they really broke (knowin’ d~mn well)
always actin’ like they got it but they know they don’t (i know the truth)
love to flex for these b~tches, can’t lift a weight (can’t lift a weight)
swearin’ up and down that they’ll bust, but won’t bust a grape (nope)

n~ggas be hatin’ hard and they know i know it (you know i know it)
be leasing cars and they don’t know i know it (yeen think i knew huh?)
be wifin’ b~tches that they know they hoes even though they know it (and they know it)
buying fake gold and they don’t even know it
same n~ggas supposed to be ya dog, be they same n~gga actin’ like a fraud
always pushing that loyal sh~t but turn around tryna talk to ya broad
always pushing that real sh~t but they’ll snitch before they take that charge
i don’t trust these n~ggas, man what’s up with these n~ggas
f~ck these n~ggas, we ball (f~ck ’em)
n~ggas always wanna hit the club and wanna get in free (always)
always wanna valet when they sh~t on e (knowin’ d~mn well)
n~ggas always wanna try and compete (and what happens?)
and always end up going broke tryna sh~t on me

n~gga flexin’ but i know you p~ssy
hatin’ on me but i know you lookin’
acting like a b~tch, know you shouldn’t
i wish you would but i know you wouldn’t
f~ck all y’all y’all
all y’all y’all y’all y’all
all y’all y’all
all y’all y’all, what?
f~ck all y’all y’all
all y’all y’all y’all y’all
all y’all y’all
all y’all y’all y’all
f~ck y’all
i got rich n~gga problems, i got rich n~gga problems
i got rich n~gga problems, i got rich n~gga problems
i got rich n~gga problems, i got rich n~gga problems
i got rich n~gga problems, i got rich n~gga problems

[que:]
if i keep sh~ttin’ on you, i apologize
n~ggas ain’t eatin’ like its ramadan
b~tches in my entourage, all flavors like häagen~dazs
hit you with the carbine 9 if you play with the parmesan
ballin’ so hard jump the scrimmage line
closet like a mothaf~ckin’ finish line
garage open, sh~t look like a enterprise
rich n~gga still eatin’ noodles when its dinner time
i just found a 100 in my pants pocket
never carry cash cause it don’t fit in my d~mn wallet
got an “f” in school, but i made an “a” for flashy
whatchu make a year, that’s what i gotta pay for taxes
i got problems you don’t got
my b~tches keep b~tchin’ to me bout some botox
they like to pop up on a n~gga like jackbox
i gotta swap and pay rent on like four spots

[2 chainz:]
i don’t know which rollie i’m gonna wear
ain’t no real n~ggas over their
i be ridin’ in a vert in a thunderstorm with a b~tch with long hair
walk in giuseppe’s, i got four pair
i’m on the drugs gave her dope sausage
just a young n~gga beatin’ dope charges
switchin’ time zones, i need four watches
she suck it so long she need a throat lozenge
foot on the wood during all star
mailbox so far i need a golf cart
crib so big its like wal~mart
yard so big its like a ballpark
you know they call target “target”
n~gga don’t get in my way
don’t be my “target”
f~f~fire shots at your ball fade
and she is so wet she’s a mermaid
truuu!

i got rich n~gga problems, i got rich n~gga problems
i got rich n~gga problems, i got rich n~gga problems
i got rich n~gga problems, i got rich n~gga problems
i got rich n~gga problems, i got rich n~gga problems
i got rich n~gga problems, i got rich n~gga problems
i got rich n~gga problems, i got rich n~gga problems
i got rich n~gga problems, i got rich n~gga problems
i got rich n~gga problems, i got rich n~gga problems

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