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get rich - bravo the bagchaser lyrics

[chorus: azchike & bravo the bagchaser]
okay, the straps on the table, leave the guns out (leave the guns out)
you better look both ways when you come out (you better look both ways)
head good, feel like she got more than one mouth, uh
she gon’ throw it back with her tongue out
ayy, i ain’t never been mad at a b*tch (at a b*tch)
i ain’t never been sad over a b*tch (over a b*tch, n*gga)
i’m just tryna get rich
i be off the drugs, off the sh*ts (huh?)
b*tch, i ain’t your bae, i’m your pimp (i’m your pimp)

[verse 1: azchike]
ayy, ayy, like this (like this)
b*tch, i know you p*ssed i’m the sh*t (i’m the sh*t)
the more i get rich, the more stingy with this d*ck, uh
i got you drunk, goin’ stupid off a sip (goin’ stupid off a sip)
paid in full, hey, you know i’m gettin’ money like mitch, uh
broke n*gga ain’t gettin’ money like this (money like this)
diarrhea on the scene, i be stuntin’ like sh*t (stuntin’ like sh*t)
heavy stepper, it’s a hundred light clip (hundred light clip)
rich n*gga, might buy a purse for the right b*tch (ayy, for the right b*tch)

[verse 2: bravo the bagchaser]
ayy, b*tch, i got you drunk and i’m drunk too (off the henny*gurb)
she gon’ chop cocaine like it’s kung fu (she gon’ chop it up)
my old b*tch tryna call me, i don’t want to (huh? huh?)
i’m goin’ crazy in the p*ssy, i just popped two percs (d*mn)
get all my money, then i skrrt (then i skrrt)
i get right to the f*ckin’, i don’t really like to flirt
had to block the b*tch number, now i really got her hurt (got her hurt)
now i really got her hurt (d*mn)

[verse 3: azchike]
roll a blunt, f*ck a b*tch right before i go to church (right before the church)
water on my neck make a bad b*tch thirsty (make a bad b*tch thirsty)
r.i.p. my granny, know she hate when i curse (hate when i curse)
but these b*tches ain’t sh*t, i put a n*gga in a he*rs* (n*gga in a he*rs*)
good ‘trón, you can smell it when i burp, uh (smell it when i burp)
ho wanna pull it, i’ma put that b*tch to work (put that b*tch to work)
know these b*tch ass n*ggas, bullet holes in they skirts (in they)
when i hit, i’ma hit it where it hurt

[verse 4: bravo the bagchaser]
ice water, look at my neck, ice water (ice, ice)
n*ggas sayin’ that they hard, but they know that i’m harder (know i’m harder)
seen him lacking on the block, so you know that i got him (huh? huh?)
blue tips in this clip, so you know that i knocked him (know that i knocked him)
after that, celebrate, let’s go shopping (let’s go shopping)
i been puttin’ in ot, b*tch, i’m clocked in (b*tch)
and on the gang, shout out type ’cause we locked in
b*tch, yeah, we locked in

[verse 5: azchike]
ayy (ayy, ayy)
bravo bring the stock in (bravo bring the stock)
f*ck an opp, where the thots? bring a bop in (where the motherf*ckin’ thots?)
time is money, lil’ b*tch, bring the guap in (bring the guap)
i do the dash in my lane, you wanna hop in (you wanna hop)
okay, leanin’ like a totem, where the wock’ then? (where the wock’?)
ayy, ballin’ off assist, pass the rock then (oh, pass the rock)
ayy, burn a n*gga ass with a hot pan (oh, with a hot pan)
i’m top two and not two out your top ten (out your)

[verse 6: bravo the bagchaser]
ayy, i been rollin’ off the molly, trippin’ on the perc’ (i been rollin’)
i been countin’ up fifty while i’m sippin’ syrup (my pockets swollen)
b*tch, i feel like ray j ’cause i hit it first (huh?)
n*ggas tried to do me dirty, but i did ’em worse
d*mn, huh, i go dumb (go dumb)
and r.i.p. my n*gga pacman, you had a good run (had a good run)
i don’t sleep with a pillow, b*tch, i sleep with my gun, ayy (with a drum)
b*tch, i sleep with my gun (d*mn)

[chorus: azchike & bravo the bagchaser]
okay, the straps on the table, leave the guns out (leave the guns out)
you better look both ways when you come out (you better look both ways)
head good, feel like she got more than one mouth, uh (lil’ b*tch got two)
she gon’ throw it back with her tongue out (motherf*ckin’ tongue)
ayy, i ain’t never been mad at a b*tch (at a b*tch)
i ain’t never been sad over a b*tch (over a b*tch, n*gga)
i’m just tryna get rich
i be off the drugs, off the sh*ts (huh?)
b*tch, i ain’t your bae, i’m your pimp (i’m your pimp)

- bravo the bagchaser lyrics

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