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lobster - rich the kid & jay critch lyrics

[intro: jay critch & rich the kid]
kd
(d.a. got that dope) hey
yeah

[chorus: rich the kid]
made like two fifty today (today)
another three fifty tomorrow (huh?)
i don’t drive a maybach [?] borrowed (skrrt, ha) (what?)
b*tch (b*tch)
all of my pasta got lobster (yeah)
rich, why he move like a mobster? (huh?)
mixing my opps with the guava (yeah)
b*tch

[verse 1: jay critch]
he thought he was me, he imposter (what)
shoot a movie like, “give me a oscar” (movie)
louis v. everyday like a costume (lv)
i was out on that block with the shottas
she want some money, but that’s not my problem
i got a baddie, pull up in the prada sh*t (baddie)
hop on the d*ck and do tricks she like “‘ta da'” (hey)
play with that monеy, he shot for that guala (boom)
h20 my wrist is and my neck on that aqua (ice)
you know hood fav’, i’m connеcted like wi*fi (hood fav’)
they tryna turn his white tee into ti*dye
[verse 2: rich the kid]
yeah, they tryna slide, no cha*cha (cha*cha slide)
the plug, i’m connected, no wi*fi (woo)
hop on a jet, pour a six, it’s a red dot (woo)
yeah, rich forever get the chicken like popeyes
you ain’t made a whole six hundred in a day (yeah)
you ain’t had a r&b b*tch made a baby (for real)
b*tch got mad, put a hundred in her face (lil’ b*tch)
f*ck 12, blow smoke in their face, i’ma beat the case (ha)
p*ssy (p*ssy)
ballin’ on n*ggas, i am not a rookie (ballin’)
three fifty for a thailand show, yeah, book me
amsterdam did a show in a hoodie
half a million waiting in dubai, p*ssy
i ain’t want the b*tch but i’ma keep the [?]
a1 ’cause she got gushy
maybach, riding with the fully (rich)

[chorus: rich the kid & jay critch]
made like two fifty today (today)
another three fifty tomorrow (huh?)
i don’t drive a maybach [?] borrowed (skrrt, ha) (what?)
b*tch (b*tch)
all of my pasta got lobster (yeah)
rich, why he move like a mobster? (huh?)
mixing my opps with the guava (yeah)
b*tch (b*tch)
[verse 3: jay critch]
she from the hood but she look like a model (baddie)
whole lot of drank, came straight out the bottle (lean)
when you get money, they all gonna follow (all gonna follow)
i blocked the b*tch, she keep telling me follow her (why?)
i chased a bag and i went and got me one (i went and got it)
straight off the block to the crib out in hollywood
and i still go to my hood, can’t be hollywood (can’t be [?])
i do not know who be tellin’, you probably would (you)
i thought they never would fold but they probably would (but they probably would)
i’m in miami with z’s, leave you snorin’ (z’s)
new z truck, it cost more than his foreign
this money sh*t never get old, it ain’t boring (it ain’t boring)
it’s a drizzle, i get dressed and it’s pourin’ (yeah)
and i don’t f*ck with them boys, they annoying (they annoying)
diamonds too bright in their eyes, it’s annoying (ice)
big body b*tch, i’ma park it and tow it (hood fav’)

- rich the kid jay critch lyrics

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