Your native language

عربي

Arabic

عربي

简体中文

Chinese

简体中文

Nederlands

Dutch

Nederlands

Français

French

Français

Deutsch

German

Deutsch

Italiano

Italian

Italiano

日本語

Japanese

日本語

한국인

Korean

한국인

Polski

Polish

Polski

Português

Portuguese

Português

Română

Romanian

Română

Русский

Russian

Русский

Español

Spanish

Español

Türk

Turkish

Türk

Українська

Ukrainian

Українська
User Avatar

Sound


Interface


Difficulty level


Accent



interface language

en

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Cookie policy   |   Support   |   FAQ
1
register / login
Lyrkit

donate

5$

Lyrkit

donate

10$

Lyrkit

donate

20$

Lyrkit

And/Or support me in social. networks:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Rich The Kid

Fresh Off A Boat

 

Fresh Off A Boat


[Lil Yachty:]
Lil nigga quit bitching, I ball like a Piston
Them diamonds go fishing, they might hurt your vision
22 shots at his neck if he try me
Looking for me, pussy nigga you found me
I keep real money makers around me
All my niggas got a stack of the cheddar
All my niggas got to get to the fetty
Pull off in a foreign like its Andretti
Turn that pussy nigga's brain to spaghetti
This a Rover nigga, this not a Chevy
Keep a couple white bitches with me
Had to nickname her Lil Debby
Cause she whip the fucking pot, ay
Bitch don't you run in my spot, woah
Bro had to remix the drop, woah
I beat my case, fuck the cops

[Rich The Kid:]
Plug meeting on the yacht
I was running from the cops
Whip a Rari with the egg beater
Trap jumping off the beeper
Bring that scale, fuck the 12
Drop a bird on the stove
Had to get it, god knows
Rich nigga, I was broke
Now I'm balling like a champ
Break a bitch with a stamp
Them diamonds they shining lil nigga
The chopper it hit you, my shooters official
Bought a chopper with a scope
They was hating, I'm the GOAT
Bad bitch roll the dope
Drop a baby in her throat

[Lil Yachty:]
Well damn, I just might run for president
I ain't doing shows if it ain't dividends
Got a white bitch with a big booty but I swear to god she so heaven sent
Damn, eighty-nine just how I'm walking, yeah
Nigga run up, that's his arm, that's his leg, that's his head
Then that nigga dead
That's what happen when you talk to feds

[Rich The Kid:]
Pussy dripping, leave her leaking
I put that bitch in Chanel
I'ma fuck her in designer
I'ma put it right behind her
Bet a quarter milly in a week, ay
Geeking on molly, can't sleep
Then I crashed the Maserati twice
You won't make this much in one life

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?