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say bitch - richie rich lyrics

[intro: richie rich & too $hort]
haha, what you say, my n*gga?
trademark
biatch, haha
rich and $hort
do that
[?]
this how we do it
[?] you n*ggas about these hoes, you know what i mean?
$hort, $hort, $hort
[?] b*tch [?] pay to play
a real pimp [?] strip club
check it

[verse 1: richie rich]
i know you getting paid for that thang in your secrets
but peep it, let me share with you my little secret
i do play, but i don’t pay for nothing
i’m real with the sh*t that i do, that’s not fronting
this is for my n*ggas, pour out a little liquor if you’re freaky
hard on a b*tch, but not sneaky
time to go down, stay for three or four rounds
and if she ain’t from your town, you need to bring the four*pound
sticking in multiple positions when i’m hitting
spitting game, bringing pain to the kitten
nipple rubs, neck bites, ear l!cking
aw, sh*t, we got the belvedere cl!cking
baby say she love me, then she love me not
curl your toes, b*tch, you know i’m hitting the spot
it’s off the chain, hard to get you off the brain
you got me sprung and i love the way you’re doing your thing
[chorus: too $hort & richie rich]
say, biatch (where you at, ho?)
ayy, biatch (where you at, ho?)
say, biatch (where you at, ho?)
where you at, ho? where you at, ho?
say, biatch (where you at, ho?)
ayy, biatch (where you at, ho?)
say, biatch (where you at, ho?)
where you at, ho? where you at, ho?

[verse 2: too $hort]
you be dead on arrival, if looks could k!ll
you hood, gotta pay your p*ssy bill
she look so good from head to toe
you said, “let me know when you ready to go”
you don’t care about spending, you ain’t pimpin’
money in your hand, you just wanna be a friend
give her what she want if she let you hit
f*ck with me, the b*tch won’t get sh*t
hoes know, they be assed out
waiting on $hort to cash ’em out
a b*tch gotta make a quota, a few hundreds
she’s standing right there, do you want it?
all real players boss up every time
cost you a grip, but don’t cost us a dime
and if i gave you the game, you probably still would
treat a woman like sh*t and make a ho feel good
[chorus: too $hort & richie rich]
say, biatch (where you at, ho?)
ayy, biatch (where you at, ho?)
say, biatch (where you at, ho?)
where you at, ho? where you at, ho?
say, biatch (where you at, ho?)
ayy, biatch (where you at, ho?)
say, biatch (where you at, ho?)
where you at, ho? where you at, ho?

[verse 3: richie rich]
it’s like i been in prison, the [?] got me [?] and i’m on ya
thinking of ways that i could bone ya
slim waist, cute face, nice ass
d*mn, did i say nice ass?
baby, we could talk about s*x
all you need to know is that i f.u.x
i never give the keys to my [?]
’cause to be honest, i don’t even have a [?]
but you could take the keys to the range rover
push me to the crib when i’m hanging over
so drunk, in your trunk, [?]
tell your daddy i’m feeling [?] raised no punk
and you can take a break from the table dancing
and [?] with your n*gga, double off in the mansion
i need a new player, ’cause my team’s expanding
now put this on your head, where these dreams is landing
[chorus: too $hort & richie rich]
say, biatch (where you at, ho?)
ayy, biatch (where you at, ho?)
say, biatch (where you at, ho?)
where you at, ho? where you at, ho?
say, biatch (where you at, ho?)
ayy, biatch (where you at, ho?)
say, biatch (where you at, ho?)
where you at, ho? where you at, ho?

- richie rich lyrics

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