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rich pleasure - blac youngsta lyrics

[intro]
i just bought a foreign (foreign, foreign, foreign, foreign, foreign)
going for a drive (drive, drive, drive, drive, drive)
yeah (yeah)
ice

[chorus]
phew, phew
i just bought a ‘vette (phew)
i don’t mean to flex (phew)
p*ssy wet, the neck (phew)
fill it up with baguettes (phew)
i done ran up a check (uh)
i’m the type of n*gga willing to die for my respect
phew, phew (gang, gang)
we f*ck on a jet (gang)
her lil’ p*ssy wеt (phew)
f*ck her through the tеxt (phew)
all she do is flex (phew)
all we have is s*x (phew)
all she do is count (phew)
she count up a cheque

[verse 1]
i’m running to the money like i’m forrest gump (forrest gump)
they keep telling me to run for it so i’m running up the money (run)
i’m on some ‘ye sh*t, running for president like donald trump (donald trump)
i like to break all the laws and break the convicts out the joint
n*ggas going to jail for sh*t, serving fifteen years on a bunk
you know i’m a legend, i was selling dope out the rental [?] (rental [?])
trapping, skipping school, they was calling my name on the intercom (yeah)
you become an opp when you talk about sh*t you could’ve done (p*ssy)
i want plain rolex (rolex)
i come from the streets (streets)
i’m icy as a b*tch (yeah)
no*one icy as me (ice)
i’m the realest n*gga alive but that ain’t hard to see (see)
double*og to the streets, n*gga, no*one over me (gang, gang)
[chorus]
phew, phew
i just bought a ‘vette (phew)
i don’t mean to flex (phew)
p*ssy wet, the neck (phew)
fill it up with baguettes (phew)
i done ran up a check (uh)
i’m the type of n*gga willing to die for my respect
phew, phew (gang, gang)
we f*ck on a jet (gang)
her lil’ p*ssy wet (phew)
f*ck her through the text (phew)
all she do is flex (phew)
all we have is s*x (phew)
all she do is count (phew)
she count up a cheque

[verse 2]
i put on that louis v., they know where i be
p*ssy n*gga talking ’bout what he gon’ do to me
my lil’ shooters geeked, they’ll gun you down and put you thirty feet (gang, gang)
couldn’t afford to beef so we pulled down and chopped him like a tree
hit that boy for an eighty*piece (yeah)
took off with the work (uh)
all she do is twerk (yeah)
i go up her skirt (yeah)
i’m something like the doctor (doctor)
i f*ck on a nurse (oh)
all she do is work (oh)
that lil’ b*tch, she cursed
why die over that jewelry?
why, when you can get it back again? (why?)
they be petty hustling, [?]
rob you for your dividends as soon as they hear all the trappers in
i’d rather run off on a plug and never come back again
[chorus]
phew, phew
i just bought a ‘vette (phew)
i don’t mean to flex (phew)
p*ssy wet, the neck (phew)
fill it up with baguettes (phew)
i done ran up a check (uh)
i’m the type of n*gga willing to die for my respect
phew, phew (gang, gang)
we f*ck on a jet (gang)
her lil’ p*ssy wet (phew)
f*ck her through the text (phew)
all she do is flex (phew)
all we have is s*x (phew)
all she do is count (phew)
she count up a cheque

- blac youngsta lyrics

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