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lirik lagu spider gang – get rich or die cryin

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[intro: cxrpse & lil darkie]
spider gang
on my rich n~gga sh~t (ayy), rich n~gga sh~t (ayy)
rich n~gga sh~t, uh (ayy), rich n~gga, yeah (yeah, yeah)

[verse 1: cxrpse & lil darkie]
whole gang full of rich n~ggas, i don’t f~ck with b~tch n~ggas
if you ain’t rich, get the f~ck out of the crib n~gga (yeah)
ring~ring (h~llo?)
that’s somebody callin’
rich as f~ck, i’m ballin’
all up, we maulin’
on my rich n~gga sh~t, get off a rich n~gga d~ck
i’ma buy a new watch just to p~ss on a b~tch (yeah)
all these n~ggas hatin’ on a young n~gga comin’ up
see my bank account i run it up, go to functions and i f~ck it up
the labels say they’ll do this for some money, i said, “f~ck it”
get a rich n~gga big, count [?] said, “f~ck a budget”
everything that cost money, f~ck you n~gga, we done done it
no, i’m serious the label is really making us do this, please help us (ahhhh! yeah)
[verse 2: lil darkie]
rich n~gga (huh), oh, oh, oh, oh
i got money, i got drugs, i got opioids, n~gga
this here amount of cocaine is copious, n~gga
talkin’ sh~t ’bout rich n~ggas, glock open this n~gga (blah, blah)
you could get pocked with a stick (yeah)
all these rappin’ ass internet n~ggas is broke than a b~tch (punk ass n~ggas, ayy, huh, huh, huh)
they don’t even got material possessions
had to cut off h~lla n~ggas, tired of hearing your depression (depressed ass n~gga, ayy)
she shakin’ ass (uh~uh)
i can’t hear you broke n~ggas talkin’ off the gas
it’s too loud for me to pass, that’s an impossible task
spider gang get your b~tch wet so we can help her make a splash (ayy, ayy)
actually help, the label executives are holding us hostage please save u~ (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[verse 3: bruhmanegod]
i got h~lla hoes, man, i got h~lla bricks
p~ssy, if you ain’t rich get the f~ck up out the crib
i~i~i be in the crib with my baby bottle sippin’
tr~trill ass junkie off the juul still tippin’ (yeah)
playin’ with my money, i’ma leave your ass a victim (okay)
ice on my neck, sweat necklace [?]
beamy got everything was ever in existence (gucci)
all this sh~t i got, i’ma give it to my children
t~tequila and some coke, flyin’ out to méxico
i remember at the store, used to hit the texaco
i been flyin’ off a boat, so much cash i got a moat
i been sellin’ all this dope, i be getting all these bands
i been makin’ h~lla racks, i can finally wipe my ass
if a p~ssy talkin’ sh~t, i’ma put him in the grass
just a reminder, we got everything that exists, the label can’t control us, haha
[outro: bruhmanegod]
nah, but for real, like, we didn’t really understand what we were getting into with all this rap sh~t, you feel me? like, they really make us do sh~t, like, they keep us locked in f~cking cages, they f~cking hit us with cattle prods all f~cking night, i haven’t slept in six weeks, they abuse us, please!


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