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rich off flakk - trigga500k lyrics

[intro]
(just joe, you know?)
uh, uh

[verse]
ayy, tell them folks to bring the cameras out tonight, we finna make a movie
i can’t speak for them other n*ggas, but, bae, we gettin’ to it
you in your feelings ’bout that b*tch, she got you lookin’ stupid (dumb*ass n*gga, go get you some money, n*gga)
ayy, fifty thousand off blues, i’m finna make these n*ggas mad
n*ggas talkin’ ’bout what they used to have, still livin’ in the past
tryna tell me what i should’ve did, my cheese, shut the f*ck up (shut the f*ck up)
you worried ’bout the wrong thing, f*ck n*gga, get your bucks up
i ain’t gotta go get active, all them youngins, they slide for me
i ain’t gotta give ’em nothin’, i’ll make ’em slide for free
i ain’t finna be with no broke n*gga, nah, let’s go rap for rap
i throw both of my pockets, go get more in double bags
how the f*ck you a real n*gga politickin’ with a rat?
somebody call triple*a, they need help, these n*ggas flat (these n*ggas flat)
uh, yeah, all them n*ggas rat
somebody call triple*a, right now these n*ggas flat
uh, ayy, n*ggas ain’t got no money, n*ggas flat
never seen chicken
wanna know who made it happen, trappin’, that was me, n*gga
the type to pass the ball to my dog on a flea fl!cker
ran it up off flocka, i’m not no motherf*ckin’ weed dealer

- trigga500k lyrics

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