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chinese chopsticks - mazi rich lyrics

[intro: sk!lla baby]
(mia jay c)
huh?
hmm

[chorus: sk!lla baby & cam dinero]
i been hustlin’ all year, i ain’t stoppin’
fifty thousand worth amiri in my closet
i’m tryna stack me a richie, feel like mozzy
i call tune ja morant, that n*gga wanna catch a body
need an m if a n*gga tryna sign me
every time lift him up, we catch a body
we can’t fly through the air, so we gon’ drive it
i don’t never window shop ’cause i’ma cop it
[verse 1: cam dinero]
i be with a bad b*tch, you ain’t gotta ask sh*t
and your mans a crash dummy, hit his head, we smack whips
if i re*up in the morning, then don’t call me past six
you the type to blow it on a freak, then try to act rich
sk!lla, what’s the deal? n*ggas don’t be in the field
you went on a drill, got caught, that n*gga squealed
hit her while she sober, you had f*cked her off a pill
amiri should endorse me, n*ggas’ clothes were never real
i got pain in my eyes, i done seen blood in ’em
we be runnin’ n*ggas over, you could never run with us
if you hearin’ he a rat, you won’t see him in my picture
in the masi’ with a ho, tryna plot on me a richard

[verse 2: sk!lla baby]
all my young n*ggas tryna catch a body
i keep a chopper on me, n*gga, i don’t know karate
my ar twist a n*gga up, i call that b*tch [?]
my chinese chopstick put him in the air like kamikaze
i’ll have cam wet a n*gga up like ryan lochte
i don’t know about no sunflower seeds, this a poppy
huh? n*ggas always speakin’ on me, don’t know sh*t about me
my shooter come from compton, that n*gga rich and rowdy
smack a n*gga and his mama, ain’t sh*t b*tch about me
i only trust my hands, i don’t need a money counter
tune watched me run up dog sh*t off the downers
i got a hundred in the chopper, i give n*ggas jae crowder (huh?)
[chorus: sk!lla baby & cam dinero]
i been hustlin’ all year, i ain’t stoppin’
fifty thousand worth amiri in my closet
i’m tryna stack me a richie, feel like mozzy
i call tune ja morant, that n*gga wanna catch a body
need an m if a n*gga tryna sign me
every time lift him up, we catch a body
we can’t fly through the air, so we gon’ drive it
i don’t never window shop ’cause i’ma cop it

[verse 3: mazi rich]
been runnin’ up a bag, b*tches say i look tired
hundred jacks in a week, i sell to your buyer buyer
need at least three racks, wanna see me on the flyer
you n*ggas broke as f*ck, y’all ain’t richer than my driver
i’ma drop a richy when i touch a milli’
n*ggas crackin’ jokes, but they broke, these n*ggas silly
you gon’ get thumped if you bump my baby sk!lla
always bounce back from l’s, i’m a g.o.a.t., ask billy
tryna run up dineros with my n*gga cam
tune keep two sticks just in case a glock jam
better watch how you lookin’, sh*t, i almost blew a fan
what you want for that p*ssy? i ain’t payin’ for no dance

- mazi rich lyrics

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