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letra de riches doe - kenny diaz

kenny diaz ft. a.l. (all lyrics) and a-b-tta – “riches doe”
[emcee(s): a.l. (all lyrics)]
[producer(s): kenny diaz]
[hook/additional vocals: a-b-tta]

[intro: a.l. (all lyrics)]
yeah, a.l., esco, let’s go. kenny d, a-b, “riches doe.” mmm hmm, yo, yo, yo, yo

[verse 1: a.l. (all lyrics)]
i went from
impossible plans to tropical sands, being
dissed by your crew, now they’re jocking the man. used
to beg radio to be rocking my jam
underground veteran, i’m on top of the land. used to be
chopping the grams with a glock in my hand. now b-tches
bug out when they see my face spotted on vans. it’s
the dapper rapper dropping nothing but the proper grammar
hot as atlanta, mixing liquor with the tropicana
hip hop commander got it locked like it got a slammer
i c-ck my hammer real quick before i spot a camera
i got the light, y’all, forget about the propaganda
the block remander, got you wanna go and jock commanders
we got the cops bananas, they wanna stop and ban us
we rock bandanas even harder than carlos santana
my crew’s liver, you don’t know what we do to riders
we got you scared and under pressure like a scuba diver

[hook: a-b-tta]
we live
for the riches, dough, b-tches, hoes, liquor
dro, flipping flows, sipping mo’
ripping shows, wrist that glow, stick and go
hit the road with the 6-0-0. we live fo’
checks with o’s, s-x and hoes, moët
at shows, x and blow, yes, no-no’s
esco clothes, the best of flows. f the po
the rest don’t know. get that dough, n-gga

[verse 2: a.l. (all lyrics)]
yo, i’m in it
for that life, not material things. i got you
hooked on the hook, got you hearing the king, s-x
to your ears, i stay pounding the beat. catch
me in south beach with a thousand freaks, lounging
for weeks on a house on the beach, slouched
in a seat with your spouse on my meat. i’m kind of
glad that i made it straight out of the streets. n-ggas
always hating me, always doubting my speech, say
i ain’t relating (huh?), shouting i’m weak. same
n-ggas getting faded, put them out by my feet. ladies
always go crazy when i’m l!cking their crotch, rip
a spot p-rno-style, put my d-ck in their tw-t, spit it
hot, raw, wild, put the clip in the glock. in the street
door jammed, now i’m picking a lock, and i’ma
take it to the top—why you thinking i’m not? a.l
kenny d stay pimping the drop—what?

[bridge: a-b-tta and a.l. (all lyrics)]
[a-b-tta]
hey, my man a.l
he be wilding out, he got hoes in the club
cristal them out, and we esco down
now styling out. every sucker emcee
start filing out. me and my man a.l
we be blacking out, and them cats in the back
we gon’ bang ‘em out. got ice on their ears
chain hanging out, and the ladies say
uh, get that dough, n-gga
[a.l. (all lyrics)]
my name’s a.l
and i’m wilding out, got hoes in the club
cristal ‘em out, and i’m esco down
now i’m styling out, and you sucker emcees
start filing out. ayyo, my name’s a.l
and i’m blacking out, and them cats in the back
gon’ bang ‘em out. got ice on their ears
chain hanging out, and the ladies say
get that dough, n-gga

- kenny diaz

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