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in the building - kiing riich lyrics

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(carlnoel are you ready?)
(yo, kiing riich helped)
(whooopsi made it)

[hook]
yooo kiing riich in the building, f-ck a n-gga up if that’s what i’m feeling
yooo, keep wheelin, dealing , i don’t give a f-ck bout your life how you living
look when i’m dripping too hard look at you b-tch you ain’t dripping at all
i’m like jj, you more like paul, my racks are heavy your racks are small

i’ve been dealing dealing tryna get my pay
there’s a b-tch in my gang she wants bags okay
whooopsi made the beat yeah we bad okay
reaper gang, we rock your b-tch like kurt cobain

(verse 1)
wave got the waves yeah we back ok
smoke a joint, now we high okay
like a kite, yeah we flying so great
got the flames on our chains and some racks okay (prr prr)

my diamonds white like the smoke from a plane
i got that magic like i’m david blaine
we keep it going like we on a train
you tryna relate but we’re not the same

hop in the porsche then i hop in the benz
blocking my haters i need a fence
i got some bands so i need me a drummer
squad so hot so we bringing the bri- bri-
bringing the summer the city’s going down
flames everywhere cause i’m spitting the fire

f-ck tea, i don’t want no lipton (ayy)
shoot from behind just like lincoln (huh)
shoot from behind just like lincoln
blues in my pocket, no crippin (huh)
i am kiing riich i go psycho
i am kiing riich and i go psycho

[hook]
yooo kiing riich in the building, f-ck a n-gga up if that’s what i’m feeling
yooo, keep wheelin, dealing , i don’t give a f-ck bout your life how you living
look when i’m dripping too hard look at you b-tch you ain’t dripping at all
i’m like jj, you more like paul, my racks are heavy your racks are small

i’ve been dealing dealing tryna get my pay
there’s a b-tch in my gang she wants bags okay
whooopsi made the beat now we bad okay
reaper gang, we rock your b-tch like kurt cobain

(verse 2)
i’m a rich -ss n-gga i got rich in my name
b-tches in my room, only f-ck for the fame
2 shots in your neck put your -ss in a grave
nah i’m playing mama raised me better
i don’t play that sh-t
i don’t carry glocks around cuz i’m not with that violent sh-t

i’m a toddler with a mother
and she schools me like a baller
and we bagging green like yoda
we pull up in a rover

’cause we dö dö döda låten
on the wave like motorbåten
when i’m finished with this sh-t
i hope you’re satisfied like belåten

no cap
we got that strap we don’t fight
she riding like a bike
i left that b-tch she not right

yeah we don’t like you
you got no iq (ah)
shoot with the rifle, huh?
b-tch, we go psycho
like the wave in my circle (ya)

[hook]
i’ve been dealing dealing tryna get my pay
there’s a b-tch in my gang she wants bags okay
whooopsi made the beat now we bad okay
reaper gang, we rock your b-tch like kurt cobain

[outro]
i’ve been dealing dealing tryna get my pay
there’s a b-tch in my gang she wants bags okay

- kiing riich lyrics

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