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rich junkie - tay b lyrics

[intro: tay b]
(okay, jones)
huh

[chorus: tay b]
yeah, addicted to designer, i guess i’m a rich junkie
a n*gga tryna rob me, i come off the hip dumpin’
pandemic boys, i know you n*ggas miss money
thinkin’ ’bout my granny, other than that, i don’t miss nothin’
yeah, this shirt plain as h*ll, but it cost me six hundred
got on plain jane now, but i can come out wrist bustin’
bougie n*gga, if i speak to your ho, the b*tch lucky
you can keep that b*tch, i don’t want your ho, that b*tch ugly

[verse 1: tay b]
hmm, man, a lot of rappers broke, i’ll sign you
lil’ n*gga, i’m the sh*t, must i remind you?
if my brother say it’s on the floor, i’m right behind you
i’m the one that’s hoppin’ out with you, i can’t drive you
i am not the one to f*ck with, must i advise you?
baby, i can’t trust you, gotta hit you with a condom
it’s really hard for me to fall in love, that’s on my mama
tender n*ggas wanna k!ll me, it ain’t sh*t but some v*g*n*
your kit cheap, it ain’t worth the sh*t that’s in my closet
don’t wanna get rich, i don’t even wanna be around you
you can leave if you wanna leave, i won’t hound you
i ain’t makin’ love to no ho, i’m gon’ pound you
[chorus: tay b]
yeah, addicted to designer, i guess i’m a rich junkie
a n*gga tryna rob me, i come off the hip dumpin’
pandemic boys, i know you n*ggas miss money
thinkin’ ’bout my granny, other than that, i don’t miss nothin’
yeah, this shirt plain as h*ll, but it cost me six hundred
got on plain jane now, but i can come out wrist bustin’
bougie n*gga, if i speak to your ho, the b*tch lucky
you can keep that b*tch, i don’t want your ho, that b*tch ugly

[verse 2: sk!lla baby]
the sh*t i been doing’ll get a n*gga five to ten
get back on your ‘gram, tell ’em what i’m slidin’ in
i don’t hang with rappers, them n*ggas not my friends
couldn’t catch his ass out, so we popped his mans
i mean dropped his mans
i’m out here slidin’ with the sticks like a hockey fan (i’m a hockey fan)
i don’t know who told y’all n*ggas i’m not gon’ spin (huh?)
n*ggas dyin’, n*ggas still doin’ all that playin’
i got a fifty in amiri
two*fifty in the ceiling, iced up, i’m just chillin’
gettin’ money, n*gga, clearly
three condos, n*ggas can’t f*ck with me really
i can hit a n*gga b*tch or get a n*gga hit
please don’t brag about a hundred, man, that lil’ sh*t get spent
ten thousand ain’t sh*t, man, i’ll spend that on my b*tch
you can’t get another life, i can get another kit (huh?)
slidin’ in designer, tryna hit him in his sh*t (bah)
the streets talk to me ’cause i’m really in the mix, huh?
[chorus: tay b]
yeah, addicted to designer, i guess i’m a rich junkie
a n*gga tryna rob me, i come off the hip dumpin’
pandemic boys, i know you n*ggas miss money
thinkin’ ’bout my granny, other than that, i don’t miss nothin’
yeah, this shirt plain as h*ll, but it cost me six hundred
got on plain jane now, but i can come out wrist bustin’ (okay, jones)
bougie n*gga, if i speak to your ho, the b*tch lucky
you can keep that b*tch, i don’t want your ho, that b*tch ugly

- tay b lyrics

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