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295 - rossi rich lyrics

homie said peej you gotta come different if you wanna make it, i said i gotchu

my brodie got the scale but he ain’t checking on a diet, money over everything homie you should try it, loud like a mega phone finna cause a riot, whole life on the fly like i was born to be a pilot, just copped a zip in the woods by a swamp, i got tree like i’m forrest never run like i’m gump, now i grab the keys to a foreign when i wanna do a b-mp & that’s white hit you right like dawkins on krump, no algae, i’m flying like a falcon, shawty love sicilians & tell her i’m italian, like we in the park i always pull her by the wagon, & homie i just chipped it no munk to the alvin, whatchu wanna hate for, homie i’m a grinder, flipping dubs up in the cl-ss straight out the binder, if she got it once ima never go remind her, that i put her on her back made her go to sleep like a recliner
i been talking with the devil, health is kinda mental, but still get her open up the mouth like its dental, saw the new benz asked me if it was a rental, stop tryna write my story homie just put down the pencil, i been in my bag with a lotta stress lurking, granny said her health going down & she hurting, tell me to come home said she feel like i’m deserting , i told her i’m just tryna get right & that im working, i had my own mentor steal 3 racks, i ain’t know what to do man i tried to get it back , but that was my blood & he burned me like a pack, like i had my own running back hit me for a sack, like d-mn, this sh-t is dilemma , claiming that they real & they faker than a henna, ima stick to my agenda make it rain no umbrella, tryna go through the ranks like im a good fella, henry to the hill yea i’m tommy devito, night time comes & she suck me like mosquito, getting to the cheese my pocket looking like a cheeto, & she dtf but i ain’t saying ima guido, but i hit the jersey sh-r- & we get it popping, back to back years h-t birds no stopping, shawty like a janitor the floors she get it mopping, when she hit her knees & she really get it slopping, sorry i ain’t perfect sorry no i’m not an angel, betting on myself all my cards on the table, ima big fish like i’m vince to the staples, flower like i’m may make it shower no april, on 295 got a dutch & it’s burning, i seen a lot of haters but they words have been turning, never given sh-t every view i’ve been earning, i’ve been tight to the end like davis no vernon, this my everything, ima keep chasing, every single night, i’m spittin & im facing, every single day, ima keep racing, run it back twice tell them labels that i’m waiting

hold up a wait minute y’all thought i was finished smoke on that cali gas look like it’s spinach gunna be a legend feelin like i’m vintage & im all about my bill like i’m hill to the clinton d-mn this kid is on the come up just piped ya chick i’m finna have u done up hit kop & every store getting run up son ya whole team like ” boy get ya son up ”
whatchu gon do , now that we climbing
295 straight vibing & we riding
feelin like wayne we giving no mercy
every boy i do it for is straight south jersey

- rossi rich lyrics

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