Rich The Kid - Trap Dab 2 (Intro) - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

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[Verse 1: Quavo] 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 [Verse 2: 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 [Verse 3: Rich The Kid] I just touched down from LA The cookies I smoke from the bay They saying I'm very important [?] Rich nigga, I'ma buy the bitch some red bottoms If the Rollie tick tock then you ain't got a problem F&N, point blank range headshot You ain't seen 'em on the block then the feds got 'em You touching my coke, and that's dangerous She got the dope in her anus I got the paper with too many pages You niggas just wanna be famous Your bitch, she'll ride like Six Flags Stand on the block, I'm still trappin' the gas Walking around with a whole lot of cash Still asking them why are they mad [Verse 4: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] Shoot at these acting niggas, Tyler Perry Taliban Go to Dallas to Houston like I'm Jason Terry [?] Damn, my lil nigga gon' try to [?] the mayor [?] nigga shoot like the sheriff Twenty choppers with banana clips I declare nigga guerilla warfare I put them bands in the air I'm in LA like Fresh Prince of Bel-Air Every pound where they rap This ain't Beverly, this Moncler Louboutin shopping, spend brick fare Key to the city, got 10 pair Lord just sent me ten thousand Xans Came in a teddy bear Hit me a lick and wen't to Africa to go get diamonds like Sincere [Verse 5: Skippa Da Flippa] Flippa! Dab Flippa daddy, trap out the Caddy, if you need the skrrts then just send the address I got three accountants, they do the adding Fill in my cookie dough, don't do the [?] Migo mansion came with a golf course, Porsche truck came with good suspension Throw the judge a bankroll to trim down the city, if he was shooter you'd know it's no witness So much gold, think that I was from Egypt Me and Benji best friends, you know that I need 'em Free all my niggas, don't play with your freedom Fifteen hundred cash for the first one that beats us Stop drop and pop, you think I'm Kyrie Irving Me and Takeoff popping seals like they virgin Slaying the pussy like I'm Kendrick Perkins She bad and suspicious but which one she working [Verse 6: Lil Duke] I'm from Atlanta We toting them hammers, addendum Pour up a 4 right inside of a Fanta I got the keys to the city, no janitor Never been, but I got bitches in Canada Running around the city like a damn animal Go out in public, they pull out the camera Pull up and hop out the [?] Young nigga fresh out that brand new McLaren We sipping lean out no beer Pop a Percocet and hop on the leer I am Lil Duke, and lil bitch it's my year Hop in the two seater, I'm switching gears Should be a award for dab of the year I cannot see it, you are nowhere near Talking about beefing, you riding your shit I'ma young boss, ain't going out like Mitch
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