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letra de trynna get rich - king b

[hook: king b & sha steez]
been grinding so hard i gotta get rich
ain’t trusting no nigga, ain’t trusting no b-tch!
six figures on me and i’m sitting on six
said i’m counting this money, i’m trying to get rich
been grinding so hard i gotta get rich
ain’t trusting no nigga, ain’t trusting no b-tch!
six figures on me and i’m sitting on six
said i’m counting this money, i’m trying to get rich

[verse 2: king b]
d-mn, king b, i k!ll every verse that i get on
a lot of rappers that’s been talking that shit just know that we been on
i’m -ssisting and scoring in this game and you might call me rondo
need my check in advance little nigga and i need that shit pronto
better have it in the morning little nigga, i ain’t talking alanzo
these rappers so weak when they come around me and they reek, but you know they don’t speak
i’m sipping this henny, i’m sipping this e and the j and i’m right at the peak
these niggas be talking, these b-tches be chirping, but nothing’s directed to me

it’s like a sidekick, the way my side shit flips
and it’s like a side b-tch they way she’s on my side hip
and it’s like a side chick the way she goes and hides shit
sha steez and king b rolling that gas and you know we lit

i feel like a-boogie, i still got the bag
don’t like mcm, but i’ll cop it to brag
i want all the riches, i came from the rags
now i want all the ‘raris, and i want all the jags

my verses too shifty
these niggas too b-tchy, i’m scratching my way at the top and it’s itchy
started out with nothing nigga, but now i got a lot of hunnids, twenties and fifties

[verse 2: sha steez]
we on the block moving work me and the gang gang
keep it three hundred like a spartan bang bang
same nigga since back jsm days
now i’m running number’s up the chart nigga replay
then run game on your b-tch like a relay
it’s been in my game, boy, like ea
me and king b not with the pre-play
why y’all bars still sounding like y’all in pre-k
uh, i don’t trust a nigga
i don’t trust a b-tch
i don’t trust a soul no
but i’m like danny pull up in that phantom
watch ’em catch the holy ghost, whoa
got six figures on me, and i’m sitting on six
out this three-one shit, we the hottest out the six
niggas talking guns, my young boys run and take his shit
these niggas all my children, erica kane i’m sonning shit
if i catch your b-tch at the party, oh yeah, boy you know it’s lit
that’s that double team, double team sha steez back up on his shit

i feel like a rookie but i am the best
i k!ll competition ’til nothing is left
pussy niggas be subbing ain’t wasting my breath
while i got his main jaw up in my bed
just like young m.a i just want the head
nothing more though
while you steady looking for your b-tch like waldo, yeah
she macking with us and she gave it up pronto
and i just, and i just

- king b

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