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birdman presents - tapout - rich gang lyrics

rich gang!

if you hatin’ you just need some p-ssy
she f-cked up when she gave me some p-ssy
i said i f-ck you better than that other n-gga
she say tune i’m ’bout to c-m, i say i’m comin’ which ya
she don’t like them pretty n-ggas, sidity n-ggas
she ride this d-ck, her t-tties jiggle, that’s my pillows
that’s because i sleep in that ho
hit it when i wake up tell the pigs i say asalaam alayk-m
uh, my b-tch a choosy lover never f-ck without a rubber
sweet yellow bone thing, i call her honey mustard
p-ssy like a sea sh-ll, d-ck like a v-12
she say i drive her crazy, i say just keep on your seatbelt
bend it over bust it open for me
baby bend it over bust it open for me
she say she love me she loves this d-ck
come put that million dollar p-ssy on me make me rich
tunechi

she got that million dollar, million dollar ooh, ooh ohh
she got that million dollar, million dollar ooh, ohh ohh
and all i want to do is touch it (touch it, ooh, ooh ohh)
make her tapout, tapout, tapout, tapout, tapout
and i’m gon’ make her tapout, tapout, tapout, tapout, tapout

crib made her tapout, sauna made her tapout
jet made her tapout, pilot with the map out
million on the diamonds, million on the kitchen
millions on the maybach, gl-ss top ceilings
million dollar p-ssy, sleepin’ on versace
sleepin’ on fendi, sleepin’ on cavalli
married to the money, millions in the bank
alexander mcqueen rich in the paint

i got that f-ck you if you love me on some n-gga sh-t
she got the million dollar seven figure n-gga rich
we switch positions like we doin’ yoga in this b-tch
she get the shakin’ then stiff

million dollar p-ssy…
million dollar p-ssy…

six inch, pumps, play with his b-lls, dunks
bald head, yep, don’t want no forrest, gumps
don’t let me tell ya, twice, already told you, once
(eat that p-ssy!)
w-w-w-who got that baddest p-ssy on the planet?
d-boyz love me, they don’t understand it
ooooooooooooooooooh, deep throat
million dollar p-ssy might pounce on that -ss
threw them hundreds until i lose count on that -ss
max out all of them accounts on that -ss
million dollar checks don’t bounce on that -ss
pull up in that you can’t afford this
only rap b-tch on the forbes list
p-ssy jewelry make em say burr man
r-r-r-rubs hands like birdman

rich gang… and rich girl
s-xy slim, i see you
paradise home, flossing while you’re shining
jumping out bugatti’s, f-ck the money game up
why? i don’t know
sweet d! love you babygirl

i’m in love with your gimpsin’ skin and you talkin’ ’bout religion…
i’m in prison with the p-ssy… and i’m ballin’, no cushion

- rich gang lyrics

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