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die rich - izaya tiji lyrics

[verse 1: endoh]
they hatin’ on me, i’ma still die rich
that’s yo’ girl? i’ma steal that b*tch
i’m gettin’ in bed, she feelin’ it
.223, you gon’ feel that sh*t
never back down from no mission, if i start, i’m finishin’
took a break and i came back, it’s like i never left
i’m tryna get my mama a mansion, she won’t never stress
i been up for half a week, i swear i never rest
yo’ favorite rapper really dookie, ain’t no johnny test
woah

[verse 2: izaya tiji]
look at that boy, he a clone
lets hit a l!ck, my n*gga [?]
buyin’ a tes’, it’s not slow
wit’ new carbon wit’ .44’s
i die rich ’cause that’s what i chose
i give the perc’s to my bros
he talkin’ sh*t and that’s all i know
need some pockеts, it’s my load

[verse 3: endoh]
h*ll no, h*ll no, h*ll no
smokin’ gas f*ckin’ up ozone
only want the head, don’t want yo’ hoe
he don’t want no problems, he talk to this pole
h*ll yeah, h*ll yeah, h*ll yeah
that’s yo’ b*tch, she gon’ throw that ass
i don’t want it, just want the head
you snitched boy, you a f*ckin’ fed
[verse 4: izaya tiji]
woah
woah (ooh)
walk in the trap and i walk on the set
two hoes, ’cause i don’t give a flip
g.i.p cap on ya’, gip
i get the money she’ll give me a kiss
helmut lang, mix it with the [?]
look at yo’ boyfriend, he so hit
yeah, yeah, i really can’t f*ck this up (no)
yeah, i really can’t f*ck this hoe
uh, i think i love this one
yeah, i gotta stay ten toes ’cause—
that’s how i was raised lil’ bru’
i’m in the bnb so stuck (woah*woah*woah)
two twin glocks like i’m chuck (what)

[refrain: endoh]
i ain’t ya’ friend, i ain’t goin’ for that
b*tch i’m dnd and you know that’s a fact
glock with the beam, i can’t lack
you fakin’ boy, i know that’s a act
i ain’t ya’ friend, i ain’t goin’ for that
b*tch i’m dnd and you know that’s a fact
glock with the beam, i can’t lack
you fakin’ boy, i know that’s a act
[verse 5: endoh]
die young, what i’m mean to do
[?] in my fanta
bad b*tch, she a dancer too
think she came from atlanta
zay you got anymore activ’?
bad b*tch and i pass her
i ain’t even mean to say that
i said she bad but i gassed it

[verse 6: izaya tiji]
yeah, so high on the moon (hahaha)
just sold that lil’ boy some shrooms
she done had his baby, ok cool
moncler ’cause i can’t get cool
you know that i’m that soldier dude
yeah, runnin’ from the wee*woo
now you know i gotta stay true
some sh*t i don’t gotta clue
and gotta make them, money moves
stand on my money, not standing on stool
i put the xans, in my shoe
go ‘head boy but you know how i do
frontlines man, i can’t lose (yeah)
what? he want some smoke, i’m like who? (yeah)what? he want some smoke, i’m like who? (yeah)
what?
[outro: endoh & izaya tiji]
yeah, (pew) ayy, (woah) yeah*yeah, (grraa, woah) fa*fa*fa (yeah, woah)
ayy, she gon’ throw it around for me and [?], yuh
(throw it while i’m pourin’ this juice, woah, yeah, woah)
ayy, that’s yo’ b*tch, why she suck me up?
(uh*huh, woah, uh)
she gon’ dance on me, she gon’ f*ck it up (up*up*up)
(uh*uh)
no*no, woah*woah
(woah, phew*phew*phew)
no*no, woah*woah
(mm*mm, mmh*mmh)
ayy, yeah, yeah
(ahh)
yeah, yeah
(ah, ahh)
yeah
(yeah)
(phew, grraa)

- izaya tiji lyrics

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