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bougie - rich dunk lyrics

[chorus: rich dunk]
b*tch, i got bougie, i do shows, then i leave (on god)
all your hoes be at my shows, all of my clothes, they want a g
i put titties on that ar p’ because your boy a freak
all the real n*ggas, they f*ck with me ’cause they see that i’m street (on god)

[verse 1: rich dunk]
and i swear it’s time to eat when these lil’ n*ggas screamin’, “beef!”
that’s why i put a hundred round on my ar, i shoot all week
in the hood with my chain on, i dare a n*gga reach
i knock his lights out with this .40, get to squeezin’ at his t**th
i’m ’bout to gucci out my clothes, all the way down to my feet
i can’t f*ck with these lil’ n*ggas, they got they hand out like it’s free
they got they hand out like it’s cheap, but this little pistol costin’ me
i put that fire on that lil’ n*gga, have him shakin’ in his sleep
and your lil’ n*gga swear he trappin’, he ain’t made a trap a weeks
grab a plate and grab a fork and i can show ya how to eat
lil’ b*tch was thick, but she was broke, so she could never f*ck with me
i always got my ice on, it’s like i dare you f*ck with me
and i charge three thousand a verse, it’s like a pound for me to speak
but that sh*t actually kinda cheap compared to where i’m ’bout to beat
and if you knew what i had knew then you would’ve never doubted me
my n*ggas [?] with this toolie, ain’t no f*ckin’ clout in me
your clout chasin’ ass, n*gga

[chorus: rich dunk & blacc zacc]
b*tch, i got bougie, i do shows, then i leave (on god) (woah)
all your hoes be at my shows, all of my clothes, they want a g (woah)
i put titties on that ar p’ because your boy a freak
all the real n*ggas, they f*ck with me ’cause they see that i’m street (on god) (ceo, motherf*cker, hol’ up)
[verse 2: blacc zacc]
all the real n*ggas, they f*ck with me ’cause they know that i’m street
i f*cked around and missed the show, i’m in the trenches servin’ ps
i put titties on the chopper, then i finger f*cked the streets (brrt)
we take shots at the opp’, like we drinkin’ don p
and i’m a billion dollar n*gga, i should sign to bdb
and what i’m chargin’ for a verse the same price, a quarter key
how the f*ck you doubted me? look at my ice, no cloud in these
my lil’ b*tch from overseas, she f*ck me right, and then she leave
and i just brought another foreign, i like the 12 beside the v (skrrt, skr*skrrt!)
i gotta stay in somethin’ fast, i know the police after me
i made a hundred k this week, not off rap, that’s off the streets (this week, uh*uh)
i got birds like sesame, rappers can’t relate to me (ceo, motherf*cker)

- rich dunk lyrics

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