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gimme a second 2 - ¥$, kanye west, ty dolla $ign, rich the kid, peso pluma lyrics

[verse 1: rich the kid]
yeah, they heard about me
young n*gga, i was runnin’ wild as a bad child, livin’ figure eight
young n*gga ran the money up, now i put a b*tch in a figure eight (figure eight)
hold on (hold on), let’s get somethin’ straight
i was runnin’ ’round, tryna get me straight
like a fat kid, tryna get some cake
she eat it up like buffet (buffet)
she eat it up right there in the driveway (skrrt)
skipped class, i ain’t never had a hyundai
water on me like, “where is pump?” ayy
chasin’ money like, “where? that way”
i was geeked, took a half a bean
don’t play with me like gasoline
and she love flexin’, let her join the team

[chorus: rich the kid]
flexin’
wake up and brush my t**th, got on a flooded cuban necklace
i was broke, couldn’t buy no waffle house, my pockets pregnant (real life)
hold on, let me count it, give me a second (hold on, beep)

[verse 2: kanye west & ty dolla $ign]
flexin’
girl named dallas, send a hundred texts
yeah, before i send a b*tch a blessing
i need to see if the s*x good, i’m a s*xist
cop that new ferrari truck, yeah, and the tesla
top*notch b*tch, get the most, not the lesser
f*ck my b*tch from the back too hard, she say, “that d*ck aggressive”
walk in, buy the whole building, real estate profile looking impressive
my oldest said, “daddy not going to heaven”
treat me like a deadbeat, said i wasn’t present
they was tryna treat a king like a peasant
they bought my son a new dad like it’s no headache
i don’t give a f*ck about sh*t, i’m irreverent
last time i got h*lla hate
treated like i wasn’t intellige’
real body, but they h*lla fake
gettin’ tours, i got h*lla dates
the p*ssy tight, the money right, she gon’ sell a bit
then they walk around like she celibate
[bridge: rich the kid]
wake up and brush my t**th, got on a flooded cuban necklace
i was broke, couldn’t buy no waffle house, my pockets pregnant (real life)
hold on, let me count it, give me a second (beep)

[verse 3: peso pluma]
océano, ando en el mar, colgándole el ak
sus culitos hacen “clap”, rolando en un zig*zag
muchas pacas, menos mal, ya saben que ando high
no es el phantom, cullinan, voy tapado y no es irak
el navesón aventador, una mansión como playboy
lo que una noche de morro soñó
algunas dicen que soy un f*ckboy
f*ck, no, no, no
ya no sé ni cuántas son las pastillas que me dio
esta niña en el trocón
me la llevo y qué sé yo
lista pa’ sacar la glock

[outro: rich the kid]
flexin’
wake up and brush my t**th, got on a flooded cuban necklace
i was broke, couldn’t buy no waffle house, my pockets pregnant (real life)
hold on, let me count it, give me a second (hold on, beep)

- ¥ kanye west ty dolla ign rich the kid peso pluma lyrics

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