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letra de rich swag - b-hamp

[intro]
yeah
mr. ricky bobby
yung one
yeah (yeah)
famous amos (ha, ha, man, yeah)

[chorus]
i hop out my slab (slab), v.i.p. through the door (door)
strut through the club (club), straight to the floor (floor)
i’m feelin’ my fit (yeah), feelin’ my kicks (yeah)
’cause unlike you (yeah), i’m really like rich (yeah)
’cause i’m rich (oh yeah), swag is legit (oh yeah)
i’m rich (oh yeah), swag is legit (oh yeah)
i’m rich (oh yeah), swag is legit (oh yeah)
i’m feelin’ my fit (oh yeah), feelin’ my kicks ’cause i’m rich (yeah)

[verse 1: b-hamp]
oh yeah, the swag real sick
(you need some medicine) nah, i was born with it (yeah)
you think the wrong sh-t, then stay the h-ll outta mine
go get you somеthin’ to do, go get a part-time (yeah)
thе hoes after mine, they said they like my swag, bro (bro)
but they scared to approach me (why?), ’cause i’m a assh0l- (yeah)
i creep real slow to stay away from fast pace
due in the last place ’cause my swag can’t be replaced (ayy)
the shirt prada and the levi’s fit (fit)
i got my rockporch on and you ain’t got this (yeah)
my swag real rich, it’s worth a big fat grip
get your money up (why?), because i’m rich, b-tch (yeah)
my shoes, cars, clothes, you ain’t got those
two mall-sized closets and i’m runnin’ out of stores
call a manager (why?), no whites on aisle floor
my style is a martian (why?), ’cause you never seen ’em before
[chorus]
i hop out my slab (slab), v.i.p. through the door (door)
strut through the club (club), straight to the floor (floor)
i’m feelin’ my fit (yeah), feelin’ my kicks (yeah)
’cause unlike you (yeah), i’m really like rich (yeah)
’cause i’m rich (oh yeah), swag is legit (oh yeah)
i’m rich (oh yeah), swag is legit (oh yeah)
i’m rich (oh yeah), swag is legit (oh yeah)
i’m feelin’ my fit (oh yeah), feelin’ my kicks ’cause i’m rich (yeah)

[verse 2]
lu-one-one-at-gmail-dot-com
let me promote myself, i got ’em yellin’ (yeah, i won)
cheese, take a pic of a real boss
i don’t have a gun, i’m not a dentist, but i still floss
mom’s just stayin’ around the town, n-gga (i’m a movie star)
look at this paramount picture, i’m fly
look, i’m well above your radar
i stay on mysp-ce, yeah, i’m sippin’ on some sp-cebar
my swag is like (uh) superb and unraw
i switch up my style fast, i’m throwed like a curveball
you watched me when i entered ’cause i’m the best now
and ’cause your chick wanna hang with me like a wet towel
i’m mr. fresh prince, i’m throwed like jazz (jazz)
richie rich, b-tch (b-tch), i’m rollin’ off cash (cash)
don’t control see me when you get what it stand for
a lipid with the game, i call it flip it like a signal
[chorus]
i hop out my slab (slab), v.i.p. through the door (door)
strut through the club (club), straight to the floor (floor)
i’m feelin’ my fit (yeah), feelin’ my kicks (yeah)
’cause unlike you (yeah), i’m really like rich (yeah)
’cause i’m rich (oh yeah), swag is legit (oh yeah)
i’m rich (oh yeah), swag is legit (oh yeah)
i’m rich (oh yeah), swag is legit (oh yeah)
i’m feelin’ my fit (oh yeah), feelin’ my kicks ’cause i’m rich (yeah)

[verse 3]
i’m a walkin’ masterpiece (piece), i’m out on my master grind (grind)
i got a professional head giver, she givin’ me master mind (woo)
you n-ggas is master fake (fake), better yet, you master fraud (yeah)
i be chargin’ these n-ggas up just like some debit or credit on mastercards (ayy)
you already know my name (wayne), new slab when i hold my grain (sw-ng)
so many snowflakes in the brand new piece, mr. freeze when i hold my chain
technique, you a pretty cool guy (guy), but engineers gon’ hate you, why? (why?)
’cause i wreck on the mic, i get in the booth (ayy), they gon’ like, “you break, you’ll buy”
i got so many questions (what?), i ain’t got time to ask (nah)
i got so many freaks (huh?), i ain’t time to smash (nah)
i don’t be playin’ games (why?), i ain’t got time for bull (man)
if it ain’t ’bout no cash, ho, what you tryna pull? (huh)
i want that platinum plaque (plaque), so i attack a track (track)
you be actin’ wack (wack), i go stack a stack (yeah)
it ain’t no jackin’ that (nah), my n-ggas pack the mac (for sho’)
“technique, what about this cash?” yeah, let’s get back to that
[chorus]
i hop out my slab (slab), v.i.p. through the door (door)
strut through the club (club), straight to the floor (floor)
i’m feelin’ my fit (yeah), feelin’ my kicks (yeah)
’cause unlike you (yeah), i’m really like rich (yeah)
’cause i’m rich (oh yeah), swag is legit (oh yeah)
i’m rich (oh yeah), swag is legit (oh yeah)
i’m rich (oh yeah), swag is legit (oh yeah)
i’m feelin’ my fit (oh yeah), feelin’ my kicks ’cause i’m rich (yeah)

- b hamp

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