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Rich The Kid – Made It Lyrics




[Intro: Rich The Kid]
La música de Harry Fraud
You know how the fuck we coming nigga
Broke ass nigga
Broke ass, bitch ass boy
Hoe ass nigga

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
I might pull the Bentley out (skrr)
I came up and I got rich, it ain’t no handouts (rich)
I’m a flock and she a bird (brr)
Whole team Rich Forever, that’s my word (huh)
Ask me how we made it, it was destiny (it was what?)
Same bougie bitches calling now they stalking me (stupid bitch)
All I know I gotta flex up (flex)
Drop a bag (bag), ice my neck up (ice)
Ooh, put ’em on a stretcher (stretcher)
She too extra (extra), don’t do lectures (no)
That’s Alisha or Alexa? (or what?)
Rich Forever bitch we got them extras (lil’ bitch, huh)
Bitch I’ve been balling, no reason (no reason)
Fuck her one time then she need me (she need me)
My diamonds as clear as the TV (whoa)
My water, my wrist is on Fiji
Money too tall like grown up (grown up)
Might pull out the Masi do donuts (skrr)
She suck me, my pockets so swole up (whoa)
You getting too close, bitch hold up (hold up)

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Racks (what), whole lotta bands on me (bands)
Cut the check and bought a Rollie, it can dance on ’em (whoa, ice)
Bitch cooking breakfast naked (naked)
Broke ass niggas said we wouldn’t make it (rich)

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Racks (what), whole lotta bands on me (bands)
Cut the check and bought a Rollie, it can dance on ’em (whoa, ice)
Bitch cooking breakfast naked (naked)
Broke ass niggas said we wouldn’t make it (rich)

[Verse 3: Jay Critch]
Them niggas fake it til’ they make it (hey)
They need to stick to the basics
Gotta show out, drop a bag I’m in aces
Diamonds froze now yeah my chain different races (chain different races)
I’ma spend me a check and replace it
I just hit it, it’s never relations (never relations)
With the killers like Freddy and Jason (Freddy and Jason)
How I ran up them racks it’s amazing (it’s amazing)
Why you flexing with packs, we gon’ take it (take it)
Me and my niggas came out the basement (out the basement)
We been trapping, make sure they can’t trace it (hey)
I’ma jump in the coupe and I’m racing (skrr)
I’ma fuck on your boo and erase it (erase it)
All these broke niggas talking can’t take it (can’t take it)
We gon’ pull up throw shots like the Matrix (grra)
Hood fave with the clutch like game set (hey)

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Racks (what), whole lotta bands on me (bands)
Cut the check and bought a Rollie, it can dance on ’em (whoa, ice)
Bitch cooking breakfast naked (naked)
Broke ass niggas said we wouldn’t make it (rich)




Jay Critch – Bands Lyrics




[Intro: Rich The Kid]
La Música de Harry Fraud
You know how the fuck we comin’, nigga
Broke-ass nigga
Broke-ass, bitch-ass boy

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
I might put a bitty out (skrrt)
I came up and I got rich, it ain’t no hand out (rich)
I’ma blocka, she a bird (brrr)
Whole team rich forever, it’s my word (huh?)
Ask me how we made it, it was destiny (it was what?)
Same boujee bitches callin’, now they stalkin’ me (bitch)
All I know, I gotta flex up (flex)
Drop a bag (bag)
Ice my neck up (ice)
Ooh, put ’em [?]
She too extra (extra)
Don’t do lectures (no)
Want Saleesha or Alexa (or what?)
Rich Forever, bitch, we got no extras (no bitch, huh?)
Bitch, I been ballin’ on reefer (on reefer)
Fuck her one time, then she need me (she need me)
My diamonds, they clear as the TV (whoa)
My water on my wrist is on Figi
Money too tall, they growin’ up (growin’ up)
My plug on Molly, do dohnuts (skrrt)
He tol’ me my pockets’ll swole up (whoa)
You gettin’ to close, bitch, hol’ up

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Watch (watch)
Whole lotta bands on me (bands)
Cut the check and bought a Rollie
He can dance on (whoa, ice)
Then she cookin’ breakfast naked (naked)
Broke-ass niggas say we wouldn’t make it (rich)

[Verse 2: Jay Critch]
Them niggas fake it ’til they make it (hey)
They be too [?] to the basement
Gotta show out, trap a bag of the aces
Diamonds froze now, yeah my chain different races
I’m spend me a check and replace it
I just hit it, it’s never relations (relations)
We the killers like Freddy and Jason (Freddy and Jason)
How I ran up them racks is amazing (amazing)
Oh, you flexin’ with packs?
We gon’ take it (take it)
Me and my niggas came out the basement (basement)
We ain’t trappin’
Make sure they can’t trace it (hey)
I’ma jump in the coupe and I race it (skrrt)
I’ma fuck on your boo and erase it
All these broke niggas is talkin’, can’t take it (take it)
We gon’ put up those shots, it’s the Matrix (bow)
Put a fave in the clutch like [?]

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Watch (watch)
Whole lotta bands on me (bands)
Cut the check and bought a Rollie
He can dance on (whoa, ice)
Then she cookin’ breakfast naked (naked)
Broke-ass niggas say we wouldn’t make it


Harry Fraud – Know About (feat. Rick Ross)


[Intro]
Maybach music
Real shit right here
Shit
The [?] got the Harry Fraud
Let me come right back at these hoe niggas
Check me out

[Verse 1]
Shining like Sonny Liston
Smoking that Joe Frazier
Prophet like Muhammad
Abu Dhabi watching cable
You gang banging, I’m dope dealing
My chain swanging, I’m just a dope nigga
Magic bought the Dodgers, I just bought the projects
Broke down 100 bricks, same profit margin
‘nother day in the park, I just wanna play ball
Gots my gats and my drugs
It’s my bat and my glove
High as Darryl Strawberry in back of the club
Sorta time[?] most of my niggas is snorters
Keep a 40 bust a nigga
I dare you report it
Keep a 40 bust a nigga
I dare you report it

[Hook]
I got a bitch right up the street that you don’t know about
I see that oven counting money you don’t know about
Been had a pad out in Cali that you don’t know about
You amongst niggas and killers you don’t know about

[Verse 2]
I plant the dynamite and then I push the detonator
Go get your money right until then I ain’t fucking with you
Five Jesus pieces but I think the devil got me
Knock a nigga off, get on the phone and laugh about it
Hoe niggas always talking in the past tense
Hate to see a young nigga living in these mansions
Hate to see a young nigga fucking these bad bitches
Fuck her from the back, I got that pussy ad-libbing
Moral of the story, tell a story so terrific
Hit the fan, flip the script, shit could get horrific
What’s your body count nigga, I’m double digits
If your name get on this list somebody gotta get it

[Hook]
I got a bitch right up the street that you don’t know about
I see that oven counting money you don’t know about
Been had a pad out in Cali that you don’t know about
You amongst niggas and killers you don’t know about
I got a bitch right up the street that you don’t know about
I see that oven counting money you don’t know about
Been had a pad out in Cali that you don’t know about
You amongst niggas and killers you don’t know about


Wrong – A$ap Mob feat. A$ap Ferg lyrics


Lyrics A$ap Mob – Wrong

La Musica de Harry Fraud
I know it’s wrong
I know it’s wrong.

Father please forgive us
Couldn’t tell the difference and it’s on me
I don’t need to seek attention
Just to keep these womens on me
I know it’s wrooong
I know it’s wrooong
I know it’s wrooong
I know it’s wrooong.

F*ckin’ on that b*tch and I know it’s wrong
Wifey walked in and she found that thong
She talk to my d*ck like an intercom
Then smoke that d*ck up just like it’s a bong
I ain’t gon’ lie, this the realest song
Headband boy, I get my glisten on
Trap Lord been gettin’ his ceiling on
But I know it’s wrong versuri-lyrics.info
I know that it’s wrong so the boy break
I speak to the Lord, don’t ignore me
White model b*tch doin’ cocaine
Layin’ her out in the hallway
Double strappin’ on a ratchet b*tch
So she don’t take me to Maury
Man I done lost me a classy b*tch
Fergie, you’s learning the hard way.

Father please forgive us
Couldn’t tell the difference and it’s on me
I don’t need to seek attention
Just to keep these womens on me
I know it’s wrooong
I know it’s wrooong
I know it’s wrooong
I know it’s wrooong.

Feel like I’m stuck in a maze, my b*tches lookin’ amazed
Now she is goin’ so crazy, she caught me cheatin’ today
Eyelashes all on my bed, texts I didn’t erase
Now she comin’ at my head, thought I’d never see the day
Shouldn’t have never been with them other broads
And now I left my girl with another scar
Sometimes I take advantage just ’cause I’m a star
I know it’s wrong so I’m on my knees prayin’ to God.

Father please forgive us
Couldn’t tell the difference and it’s on me
I don’t need to seek attention
Just to keep these womens on me
I know it’s wrooong
I know it’s wrooong
I know it’s wrooong
I know it’s wronggg.
A$ap Mob lyrics
Video A$ap Mob


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