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hold it - rich chigga lyrics

[hook]
b-tch hold my strap
he don’t wanna see me snap
trynna front on me then see who be the quickest to get capped, hoe
rich is my name, cause i’m stacking like cobain
smoking on that sh-t, b-tch i’m just getting used to all this fame
b-tch you claiming you a savage but you really just a sad b-tch
i don’t wanna f-ck you, be seen with you was lame b-tch
thinking that you dope, you nothing like that sh-t you slang b-tch
catch you in these streets and imma pop yo -ss on gang b-tch

[verse 1]
all these hoes boy, looking like a farmer
all these clothes boy, all i wear designer
non these lames trynna catch that comma
don’t start sh-t less you got a body armor
i don’t hit the gym, but i still be trynna flex
pull up with the mac, lookin’ like you owe me cash
[hook]
b-tch hold my strap
he don’t wanna see me snap
trynna front on me then see who be the quickest to get capped, hoe
rich is my name, cause i’m stacking like cobain
smoking on that sh-t, b-tch i’m just getting used to all this fame

[verse 2]
fifty clip, i don’t see n-body trynna hit that lick
i’m bout that sh-t, you can’t tell me nothing you a god d-mn pig
whip a pr-ck , suckin d-ck (skrrt)
going on these airplanes every minute got me f-cking sick
your b-tch she suckin up like kirby
wonder if she pink inside her
if she hairy like some ferby hoe
you say you fresh, but boy you rotten
looking like some d-mn tomato
shut your mouth
forget that cotton, boy

[hook]

- rich chigga lyrics

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