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​im rich - summrs lyrics

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[intro]
the biggest (brrt), yeah (uh*huh)
double r, bird business (double r, yeah), brrt
bird business (bah)
bird business, yeah

[chorus]
up in the motherf*cking bentley bentayga (‘tayga)
all of these n*ggas is haters (haters)
yeah, haters (haters), fakers (fakers, yeah)
mixing the tuss’ with the wock’, call it lakers (lakers)
how could you hate it?
i’m paving a way for these haters (haters, yeah)
i’m up in the s 580, b*tch
yeah, i’ll see you later (later, huh)
cut off your head if you go to the other side (ha*ha)
lil’ b*tch, you a traitor, yeah (fire)
i got that four feezy on me (huh)
lil’ b*tch, it’s gon’ chop off your meezy (meezy, yeah)
i’m out my top with lil’ beezy (uh*huh)
he shoot from the top of the key (b*tch)
[verse]
i’m finna pay off my lease (yeah)
fmj bullets, they going through trees (huh)
let’s cut off your knees, you b*tch (b*tch)
lil’ rino, i’m who you wanna be, lil’ b*tch (yeah)
i’m hotter than grease, lil’ b*tch
i dropped a c class on my wrist (huh)
i’m rich, yeah, i’m rich (rich)
i’m rich, i’m rich, i’m rich than a b*tch (yeah)
rich, rich than a, rich than a b*tch (a b*tch)
better not reach, you lil’ stupid b*tch (stupid)
i got the keys, you lil’ stupid ho (stupid)
my n*gga ttg, he trained to go (go)
if i f*ck her, i’m taking her soul (who?)
f*ck it, yeah, murder she wrote (cold)
caucasian b*tch, play with her nose (her nose)
i need that, i need that stick, b*tch (huh)
you know you getting zoed
i got a lot of honey buns on me (yeah)
lil’ b*tch, i don’t care about getting trolled (nope)
you’ll get flipped, then you’ll get rolled (flipped)
up in the ‘wood, yeah, this b*tch smoke (woo)
yeah, hold up, yeah, we high (high)
free doody, he up the road (road)
put a knife to your throat (brrt), they call me motherf*cking g.o.a.t. (uh*huh)
my uncle, he used to sell coke (huh)
now i’m playing with the coat (yeah)
if you don’t wanna get hit, then get low (get low)
you was an easy l!ck, lil’ bro (lil’ bro)
you could’ve hit me, but you sold (sold)
i got a bad b*tch doing her toes (toes)
[chorus]
up in the motherf*cking bentley bentayga (‘tayga)
all of these n*ggas is haters (haters)
yeah, haters (haters), fakers (fakers, yeah)
mixing the tuss’ with the wock’, call it lakers (lakers)
how could you hate it?
i’m paving a way for these haters (haters, yeah)
i’m up in the s 580, b*tch
yeah, i’ll see you later (later, huh)
cut off your head if you go to the other side (ha*ha)
lil’ b*tch, you a traitor, yeah (fire)
i got that four feezy on me (huh)
lil’ b*tch, it’s gon’ chop off your meezy (meezy, yeah)
i’m out my top with lil’ beezy (uh*huh)
he shoot from the top of the key (b*tch)

- summrs lyrics

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