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letra de rïch off rap - gwallahs

[chorus: yeat]
yeah, all of my diamonds, they flooded
walk through the building, and these b-tches all love it
i don’t even need you to tell me nothin’, (huh, yeah)
i already knew i’m the muhf-ckin’ one (yeah)
i already knew all this sh-t from the jump
i told you this sh-t already begun, ho
you can get slapped, huh
i’m on the phone with my slatt (yeah)
i ain’t ever gon’ talk about none of my brothers behind they back ’cause i ain’t no rat (no cap)
i’m telling you they be on lame sh-t, they be on foo sh-t, b-tch, they all whack (all whack)
i’m telling you i’m in my lane b-tch, you is a preyin’ b-tch, give it all back (swerve)
yeah, give it all back, i just pulled up in a scat’ (skrrt)
i don’t be f-cking with n0body, b-tch, i’m a dog to the muhf-ckin’ cat (a cat)
all of my brothers, we known we rich, my pockets rich, that’s wraps
pull up outside and i ain’t even doing nothing, lil’ b-tch, i’m rich off the rap
uh, yeah, rich off the rap (the rap)
take that lil’ p-ssy off the map (the map)
we take that lil’ p-ssy out his shoes
we circle ’round the corner then we take that sh-t back (buh, buh, buh, buh)
no, this sh-t ain’t no blues, but you better lose ’cause this sh-t get sad (luh fed)
i know that you got it confused ’cause you don’t got no views, this sh-t turnin’ sad (it’s sad)
hey, b-tch, i’m as high as a crane (luh crane)
b-tch ’bout to pull up and give helmut lang
you ain’t even understand what i’m saying
i’m talkin’ ’bout the muhf-ckin’ bread
ysl saint laurent for the frame
you shoot for the moon, but you late (you late)
b-tch, i’m already awake (yeah, yeah)
my music, this sh-t ain’t at stake (yeah, that’s facts)
[verse: gwallahs]
b-tch, i’m on top of my lane
so i’m goku, i go super saiyan
she on her knees, i don’t think that she praying
she got that super soaker, it be spraying
your b-tch on my body, i’m finna fill her right up
i got your girl, she a thotty, she wanna take all my nut
in the 305 with all my zoe’s
my wrist really frozen, you know it’s gon’ snow
got a bad french b-tch, and my château
i got rich off of rap, i ain’t scamming no more
b-tch, i’ma smoke in that booth
i need some lean, i’m sneezing, achoo
thirty-six hundred, my shoe
i got n-ggas that’s red and blue
she wanna kick it, jujitsu
i’m so legendary, n-gga, call me [?]
he a fake blood saying “woosoo”
take a trip with my b-tch to jimmy choo
i got snakes in my lawn like bamboo
and my b-tch is a doll like voodoo
level up and evolve like mewchu
got connections around like bluetooth (ah)
she wanna do it again (again), but i’m tryna f-ck on her friend (f-ck on her friend)
swervin’ around in a benz, got cartier all on my lens (nothing)
all of y’all n-ggas is bums, all of y’all n-ggas is f-ckin’ disgusting
walk in the front through the door (woah, woah), i had the party go up and it’s jumpin’
i’m finna give up my life (my life), i’m finna go take the chance (chance)
all of my diamonds, they glist’ (they glist’), all of my diamonds they dance
and my bro can’t stayin’ all up, ’cause n-ggas be snakin’ they mans
got the money when i’m young, now i got infinite bands (infinite bands)
[chorus: yeat]
yeah, all of my diamonds, they flooded
walk through the building, and these b-tches all love it
i don’t even need you to tell me nothin’, (huh, yeah)
i already knew i’m the muhf-ckin’ one (yeah)
i already knew all this sh-t from the jump
i told you this sh-t already begun, ho
you can get slapped, huh
i’m on the phone with my slatt (yeah)
i ain’t ever gon’ talk about none of my brothers behind they back ’cause i ain’t no rat (no cap)
i’m telling you they be on lame sh-t, they be on foo sh-t, b-tch, they all whack (all whack)
i’m telling you i’m in my lane b-tch, you is a preyin’ b-tch, give it all back (swerve)
yeah, give it all back, i just pulled up in a scat’ (skrrt)
i don’t be f-cking with n0body, b-tch, i’m a dog to a muhf-ckin’ cat (a cat)
all of my brothers, we known we rich, my pockets rich, that’s wraps
pull up outside and i ain’t even doing nothing, lil’ b-tch, i’m rich off the rap
uh, yeah, rich off the rap (the rap)
take that lil’ p-ssy off the map (the map)
we take that lil’ p-ssy out his shoes
we circle ’round the corner then we take that sh-t back (buh, buh, buh, buh)
no, this sh-t ain’t no blues, but you better lose ’cause this sh-t get sad (luh fed)
i know that you got it confused ’cause you don’t got no views, this sh-t turnin’ sad (it’s sad)
hey, b-tch, i’m as high as a crane (luh crane)
b-tch ’bout to pull up and give helmut lang
you ain’t even understand what i’m saying
i’m talkin’ ’bout the muhf-ckin’ bread
ysl saint laurent for the frame
you shoot for the moon, but you late (you late)
b-tch, i’m already awake (yeah, yeah)
my music, this sh-t ain’t at stake (yeah, that’s facts)

- gwallahs

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