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rich kids - irishraregoat lyrics

i’m green, rollin’ cactus, till i can’t sit up
shawty bad, she anxious, i got her in a fit of horse
had to hit it from the backyard, didn’t know i had a skeeter
out of sp*ce, i be walkin’, mr. martian

in my safe, i hold benjamins, franklin hostel
in this city, b*tch, i’m finna put your ass on target
in my way, i could have your head for a bargain
i’m a bad lil’ b*tch with a model body

i’ma hit from the back when i’m off of pay
gonna bring you forward with a iggy body
pedal to the metal, you get left on the dirt
spend it shorty, give me fix, eat me up for breakfast

she don’t even speak no english
when the heat flushin’, we hit it bushin
i’m the type to make a n***a relish
young, rich, black kid, eatin’ good fat kid

growin’ up, i was a bad kid, hung around the sabbath
always likе fashion, always like bad b*tches
always pop prescription pills, hit еm’ in my cabin
e*up, michael phelps, 7*8 kitties, feel like i’m splashin

if the conversation don’t got nothin’ to do with the cash, i ain’t havin’ it
when the heat flushin’, don’t wanna put me frontin
you dumb, i’m finna get the blastin
listen, this one’s my weed, puttin’ up on the app, on the cab
b*tch, you off with the dark tans, no, they can’t see
smokin’ green, rollin’ cat p*ss, till i can’t see
shorty bad, she an anxious
i got her in a fender, i had to hit it from the bank

and you know i had to skeet up
out of sp*ce, i be walkin’, mr. martian
in my safe, i hold benjamin, franklin hofstra
in my safe, n*gga, i could put your ass on target

in my way, i could have your head for a bargain
get in my way, shorty
get in my way, shorty
let me f*ck your face, shorty

on the ground with your lace, shorty
what the f*ck you say, shorty
don’t get to that cake, cake, cake
choose how the f*ck you wanna roll, we not the gang, gang, gang

all my rappers, b*tch, i’ll score
4,250, you heard some
i’m a millionaire, my money, i need me a winner
ain’t gonna take it, my divorce

she suck my c*cks, that feel just right
she blow it like a party
thank you to willa, my one and only
i’m here for the b*tch, somebody die
i speak my own language, and i’m out the process
i hit that b*tch with the triple shot
i feel like a n*gga, get off of this dirt
she f*ck me with the delorean, swerve

i hit the p*ssy, get in the cabin
hit it so good, that little b*tch turn
i told that man i’d f*ck this b*tch
he looked at her, then she concur

did she really do that? are you sure
she was sober when she did it
and he let her drink no beer
cause i want her to remember

that she f*cked on juicy kidd
y’all said juicy kidd
that’s why i was rich
i was already f*ckin’ your b*tch

i went to th*rnton, snow they can’t see
i’m smokin’ green, rollin’ cat p*ss
till i can’t see
shawty bad, she an anxious

i got her and i fell on her
i made it from the bank
and you know i had to ski down
out of sp*ce, i be walkin
list of martians
in my safe, i hold benjamin
franklin hodgkin
if you ain’t safe, then girl

i could put your ass on target
no way, i could have your head for a bargain
what
thanks for watching

- irishraregoat lyrics

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