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TOLD RICHIE WE RICH (PERCOCET 5MG) Lyrics - Artist : Robb Bank$
I got MDMA, Adderall, Bromo, Dragonfly, Codeine, Oxy's
Like, Molly, I got some Ibuprofen, Asprin, I got Flintstone gummies if you want Run that shit back I just told Richie that we rich, nigga Yee, yee, yee, yee All these bitch niggas Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah (What it is, nigga) Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah Top notch, bitches love the speed racer Hot Topic, bitch I could not gage her I never learned how not to be a player Yacht Club, my hot tub filled with gators Real Florida baby, I'ma wake the neighbors I told that bitch get out my ride before I make her, yeah I'm on Knob Hill Road, in a scraper My freak gon' slob up on my knob until her face hurt I told Richie we had accumulated millions I got a bad yellow bitch, Lisa Simpson Said "you a handsome devil," lucky that you Christian Can't fuck with fashion, then she got sac-religious I'm the Carter now, I'm way, way too official Femto starter kit for clones and my children And that bitch led you on, I'm shoppin' in my [?] My ex don't fuck me no more, said my dick vengeful (Yeah) Top notch, bitched love the speed racer Hot Topic, bitch I could not gage her I never learned how not to be a player Yacht Club, my hot tub filled with gators Run that shit back Run that shit back (Ahh) I think I might be happy (Rich Gang) |
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