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what else - yung richy lyrics

off a couple beans (what else)
maybe a cup of lean (what else)
beat the sprite up (what else)
gonna make it bleed (what else)
i bought one thing (what else)
okay, maybe a couple of things (what else)
uh, saks fifth (what else)
then i hit double g (what else)
then i hit louis v (what else)
in that order

b*tch, i’m so important
these diors imported
n*gga, i could pay your mortgage
f*ck it i’ma spend that sh*t on your daughter
she calling me daddy, she prolly got dad issues
you should be a better father
d*mn, zooming in a go*kart
love lean but i really hate pop
love pop but i really love rock
love peace but i really love glocks
these n*ggas must love headshots
think it’s sweet ’cause the sad songs out
took two w’s rolling off an e, that’s a god d*mn smackdown
i don’t know, i think i run it right now
real sh*t be a hundred right now
13 years old, number nine on the billboard, n*gga like how
i’ma be number one next week, trust me
won’t f*ck your b*tch ’cause i heard that she musty
hundred round drum on the choppa it’s bustin’
word to your mom, that b*tch crusty
sh*t on a f*ck ass n*gga then flush it
ak in the back got a car like a russian
these n*ggas be talkin’ to narcs or somethin’
how the f*ck else my homie get busted
gonna free my n*gga outta the dungeon
when he get out, n*gga, it’s bustin’
run up bands, gain clout
smoke out the pound, i’m on the clouds
off a couple beans (what else)
maybe a cup of lean (what else)
beat the sprite up (what else)
gonna make it bleed (what else)
i bought one thing (what else)
okay, maybe a couple of things (what else)
uh, saks fifth (what else)
then i hit double g (what else)
then i hit louis v (what else)
in that order

first you get the baking soda then you get the water
n*gga f*ck with my moolah, then he gettin’ slaughtered
if you p*ssy then you p*ssy, ain’t no getting harder
i put that sh*t on my mom, speaking of moms i could f*ck your mom
talkin’ that sh*t get the firearm
they’ll be in your crib like “f*ck your moms”
k!ll everybody but your mom (yeah)
i just said it yeah, so i meant it yeah
that n*gga trippin’, catch him slippin’, we gon’ get him yeah
and she screamin’ “richy”
thick ass b*tch tryna get a lap dance screamin’ “nicki”
i am done for now have y’all n*ggas had enough
i’m a real n*gga, i ain’t with that talkin’ tough
f*ck with us, we call your bluff
off a couple beans (what else)
maybe a cup of lean (what else)
beat the sprite up (what else)
gonna make it bleed (what else)
i bought one thing (what else)
okay, maybe a couple of things (what else)
uh, saks fifth (what else)
then i hit double g (what else)
then i hit louis v (what else)
in that order

uh, saks fifth
then i hit double g
then i hit louis v
in that order
uh, saks fifth
then i hit double g
then i hit louis v

- yung richy lyrics

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