lirik lagu rich the kid - dead friends
[intro]
you lil’ n-ggas, man (you lil’ n-ggas is little)
know what i’m sayin’?
big bosses big, big boss, ceo sh-t
you know what i’m sayin’?
take yo hoe and some more sh-t, you dig?
pour a four, sh-t
mustard on the beat, ho
[chorus]
you little n-ggas (little n-ggas), my check bigger (check bigger)
can’t flex, n-gga (flex), can’t bet witcha (huh)
teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt)
motherf-ck the fame, i done came to the vault (for what)
all them dead friends (dead)
you a middleman (what), you a little man (little, huh)
your money gettin’ shorter (shorter), my b-tch from ‘cross the water (b-tch)
teach you how to count it (yeah), all about it, better boss up (rich)
[verse 1]
put my pride to the side (side), i could never lie
i don’t care if you cry, let them p-ssy n-ggas die
ayy, bentley matte black (skrrt), ooh, different kind of fabric
ceo status (huh), all my n-ggas savage (what)
you n-ggas’ll change for fame (fame)
it’s a sad game (sad game)
this the fast lane (skrrt)
dug up money with the shovel (shovel), i could bury the bundle
it’s the lamb, yeah
what you been sayin’, yeah? (what you been sayin’, yeah?)
ooh, it’s the gang, yeah (gang)
yeah them chopsticks no lil’ sh-t (grra)
you could get your wig split (your wig split)
couple mil on that deal, n-gga (deal, n-gga)
i’m a boss, my whole team countin’ still, n-gga (rich)
[chorus]
you little n-ggas (little n-ggas), my check bigger (check bigger)
can’t flex, n-gga (flex), can’t bet witcha (huh)
teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt)
motherf-ck the fame, i done came to the vault (for what)
all them dead friends (dead)
you a middleman (what), you a little man (little, huh)
your money gettin’ shorter (shorter)
my b-tch from ‘cross the water (b-tch)
teach you how to count it (yeah), all about it, better boss up (rich)
[verse 2]
pull up with the drama (drama)
better be movin’ proper (what)
better use a yoppa (grra)
we ain’t playin’ fair, you a teddy bear (teddy)
my wrist too cold with moncler
talkin’ the trap but you not there
on the bullsh-t (bullsh-t), that pullin’ up quick (quick)
like a forest, so many sticks (sticks), that’s that tragic sh-t (tragic sh-t)
i got the baddest b-tch (baddest), yeah, yeah (yah)
yeah, yeah, quarter mil on my car, yeah (quarter milli)
drippin’ in chanel, that’s a bar, yeah (that’s a bar)
come to rich forever, be a star, yeah (be a star)
i got too much ice (ice)
i got (i got), too many problems, too much paper, right (rich)
[chorus]
you little n-ggas (little n-ggas), my check bigger (check bigger)
can’t flex, n-gga (flex), can’t bet witcha (huh)
teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt)
motherf-ck the fame, i done came to the vault (for what)
all them dead friends (dead), you a middleman (what)
you a little man (little, huh)
your money gettin’ shorter (shorter), my b-tch from ‘cross the water (b-tch)
teach you how to count it (yeah), all about it, better boss up (rich)
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