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letra de forbes - kid ink

[hook: bricc baby & kid ink]
i just copped a foreign used to ride accords
i just shopped at stores you cannot afford
vvs’s over breakfast called that lucky charms
that’s that rich n-gg- shit i’m try’na make the forbes
rich n-gg- shit i’m try’na make the forbes
f-ck that rich n-gg- shit i’m try’na make the forbes
rich n-gg- shit i’m try’na make the forbes
that’s that rich n-gg- shit i’m try’na make the forbes

[verse 1: bricc baby]
heard you copped that honda, i be riding bentley
and i heard you n-gg-s try to ride me, trigger finger itching
make that probably busting down a brick, whip it in the kitchen
pour a four of lean, in the trunk, now a n-gg- sip hold up
try’na make the forbes, try’na make the forbes
check my brand new crib, got too many floors got too many floors
i’ma take that b-tch, just like diddy, f-ck her, i be sure
bet that, 41 minute, presidential cost me 40
got that b-tch, eating sushimi, i’ve been caught, with that crispy thing
try to ride me, i be busting, yeah my n-gg- busting
yeah we ride around with that german, or that f-cking russian
m4, short mother f-cker, leave a n-gg- bl–dy

[verse 2: vee tha rula]
suit case full of big dollars, i’ma die like i’m big poppa
big dog make a b-tch holler, black power get a man down here
f-ck a dream i just had to do it, fish tank with a barracuda
i was grinding eating ramen noodles, now i’m cooler than a f-cking cooler
big crib with the vines n-gg-, i’ma put this shit on vine n-gg-
used to be a pine flipper, now i’m a sparkling wine sipper
gotta have the gas in a big old bag and my b-tch for a big old -ss
i smash in the pockets with the pool stick, back shots better duck with the full clip

[verse 3: kid ink]
you can take a couple shots to your 4/5
up late night think it’s about 4:10
it’s a mother f-cking party hear the cork pop
i’m with three of my n-gg-s bring four friends
young n-gg- had a dream of the forbes list now a n-gg-‘s pockets so heavy need a fork lift
it was over when i signed to the corporates now i smoke break in the porsche while you still sitting on porches

[verse 4: shy glizzy]
rich n-gg-, glizzy glizzy pull out with your b-tch n-gg-
you sick n-gg-, she let me squeeze her -ss and taste her with my crib n-gg-s
me and shitty think we the shit look at my wrist n-gg-
yeah this b-tch cost me two bricks n-gg-
glizzy gang bat gang in my hood i’m batman
we f-cked the bad b-tches and shoot at lames
f-ck all them n-gg-s who ain’t have aim
if they don’t know shit they know my last name
run it up, run it up
my youngins got them choppers in that armored truck
gg ’bout to blow we got that bomb on us
i’m try’na make the forbes they see me coming up

- kid ink

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