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lirik lagu silas angel - when i get rich

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[hook]
when i
when i
when i
d~mn

[verse]
when i get rich, cop a jet~ski
when i get rich, hittin’ donuts in a bentley
when i get rich, new neck bling
and a new sp~ce coupe, sh~t look like the x~wing
when i get rich, don’t text me
i was broke back then, now your ass tryna s~x me?
i was broke then, you would egg me, b~tch
now you run by my crib, askin’ me for a penny
b~tch, i never gon’ switch on the comrad
hook em’ up, record top sh~t from the contract
talkin’ that, “when i get rich, buy all that”
always had said “f~ck twelvе”, but i cop that
when i get rich, ‘prolly rock me a top hat
‘prolly might rock a nеw suit, colored all black
when i get rich, ten band in my off~hand
when i get~
(hol’ up) sh~t, how much? i lost track, d~mn

[hook]
when i
when i
when i
[verse]
when i get rich, don’t want sh~t from no rapper
no sh~t from amateur, sh~t from no b~tch, from no manager
don’t need no management, self~produce, package my sh~t
i’m a one~man~band in this b~tch
bags, it’s bucks, it’s h~lla bands in this b~tch
@ me if you mad at a b~tch
tag me, i might lap a lil’ b~tch
i might laugh at a b~tch, i’mma snap on a b~tch
so, when i get rich, not if, and, or so
i’m top dog, the goat, a big animal
i rawdog the ho, like big bad wolf
i pop off and flow, like mint sat in coke
i got glossy coatin’, mint satin clothes, and
i got two phones, two b~tches on both them
i got two colts, new switches on both them
i got tombstones, since you f~ckin’ with dosik
b~tch (b~tch, b~tch, b~tch)

[interlude]
(ha, ha, ha, ha)
(ha, ha, aah) hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, huh

fifteen (doo~doo~doo~doo~doo)
hey, hey
fifteen, fifteen, hey
when i get, when i get
no respect
do you f~ck with me?
[verse]
it ain’t no respect, until you on a check
it ain’t no respect, until they gotta eat
it wasn’t no respect, you ain’t know me then
but since i’m showin’ success, you wanna slide with me
you wanna ride with me
would you die for me?
would you cover my back, tell a lie for me?
would you hop on that plane, hit the sky with me?
didn’t think so, pretendin’ your mind for me
f~ck up out here
i’m really just mindin’ me
f~ck up out here, if you ain’t got time for me
f~ck up out here, if you ain’t on time for me
f~ck up out here, if you ain’t got ties to me
i don’t trust ‘em, they really be spies to me
i’mma run it, they really be tryin’ me
i’mma buck ‘em, they really be wild to me
i’m mclovin’ it, they really fryin’ me
die jealous of this sh~t
woah
when i get rich, i’mma get me a drac’ (drac)
line up the copies, the b~tches who hate
obituary to the internet fame
beginner mistake, gettin’ in it with crat
y’all workin’ my line, cause you minimum wage
y’all eatin’ me up, cause ain’t sh~t on your plate
i drink me some liquor, and p~ss on your grave
cause when i get rich, still ain’t sh~t to your name
b~tch


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