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Young Thug

Rich Nigga Shit

 

Rich Nigga Shit

(album: 1017 Thug 3 (The Finale) - 2014)


Ay, ay, ay, ay
I came, I-I-I
I think I came with uh
What you call those?
Yeah, a magician, I became one of those
Not overnight though

Rich nigga shit, pull up in that Phantom (Skrrt)
You know this the anthem, bleeding like a tampon
(Soowoo)
Rich nigga shit, hundred in my linen
Bad bitches trailing me, on my way to Lenox
This that rich nigga shit
This that rich nigga shit
Homie this is rich nigga shit, yeah rich nigga shit
I swear this is rich nigga shit
Oh yeah, oh yeah

Rich nigga shit (Sheesh)
Bitches want to fuck my dogs, little tick
All these bitches gotta be gay, they fucking cliques
Bitches whispering in my ear, saying she ain't gon' snitch
Bitches say they want that South Beach, LeBron
Bitches eating ounces of molly like its yums

Bitch you bet my hoe filled with nothing but gum and tongues
All these bitches jumping me in they don't do no ones
You know I chop all off them bitches off
40K throwed in the ocean, Pacifica
You can not think that I'm sweet like no Cinnabon
I'm gonna redo your hair, like [?] Thugger riding home, Thugger got the chrome, Thugger friends with Brodee
Unfoonk on the way home, yadigg

Rich nigga shit, pull up in that Phantom
You know this the anthem, bleeding like a tampon
Rich nigga shit, hundred in my linen
Bad bitch is trailing me, on my way to Lenox
This that rich nigga shit
This that rich nigga shit
Homie this is rich nigga shit, yeah rich nigga shit
I swear this is rich nigga shit
Oh yeah, oh yeah

Hundred K left, hundred K right
Bitches box for boxers, fright night I
Ain't from NYC, but I got bricks and had run for the cheese
I got bitches want to jump on me
They say I never let their old man ME
Fuck 'em, never eat
Treat 'em like police, every time I say I'm dodging 'em
Another bitch call, by heart charger 'em
These pussy niggas finna bother him
These pussy niggas shouldn't have started him
And if Young Thug was food
Many bitch niggas would order him
You know your girl want to order him
You know your auntie want to order him
You know your cousin want to order him
The other other want to order him
All white Fendi suit like Eminem

All Red Dickie suit, shoot like Suge and them

Rich nigga shit, pull up in that Phantom
You know this the anthem, bleeding like a tampon

Rich nigga shit, hundred in my linen
Bad bitch is trailing me, on my way to Lenox
This that rich nigga shit
This that rich nigga shit
Homie this is rich nigga shit, yeah rich nigga shit
I swear this is rich nigga shit
Oh yeah, oh yeah

done

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