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gimmie a second 2 - rich the kid & kanye west 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, “whеre? that way”
i was geeked, took a half a bean
don’t play with mе like gasoline
and she love flexin’, let her join the team
yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah), flexin’ like i lift weights
remix it like a mixtape (remix)
run the money up taller than 6’8″
yeah (yeah), ballin’ like a 49er (49er)
couldn’t wait to get behind her (yeah)
bought a gold money counter (woo)

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

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

- rich the kid kanye west lyrics

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