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Trap Dab 2 (Intro) Lyrics - Artist : Rich The Kid
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I don't really fuck with niggas, and I don't really fuck with bitches Fuck the fame, I want the riches I turned myself to a young Diddy Young rich niggas in the building Yung Rich Nation, is you with it? Yung Rich Nation, is you with us? Chopper gon' turn you to lettuce Just wait on it nigga, you better be patient My diamonds ancient Walk on the North and they banging Trap out the bando, we slanging You niggas should go to the medical You put your hoes up on a pedestal They cuffing 'em, arresting 'em I smash 'em, I get the best of 'em Dreams, I woke up in Raris And now I'm swerving in the lanes in 'em With fifty chains and bad bitch, and she say that she want my purple pickle Oh, my diamonds like Skittles Green diamonds like the Riddler Fifty bricks in the Fisker Keep a shooter Derek Fisher [Jose Guapo:] Keep a shooter with a semi Pull up trapping out the Bentley He got the birds, and he got the pigeons Out in Dallas moving Dirk Nowitzki We take the hood on if I'm moving that base We want them cookies, we fly to the bay You come around us and you watch what you say We pop us a seal and we pour out the pint I don't give a fuck, I got tats on my face Money to blow and got money to waste Money to count and got money to make Young rich nigga, put a stack on my plate Go back and forth and we never debate Now she wanna fuck, then I told her "too late' Most of these niggas be fake or two faced You try one of my niggas, get shot in your face [Rich The Kid:] I just touched down from LA The cookies I smoke from the bay They saying I'm very important Don't see me if you wearing them forces Rich nigga, I'm a buy the bitch some red bottoms If the Rollie tick tock then you ain't got a problem F |
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