letra de rich as f*** - album version (edited) - lil wayne
lil wayne (verse 1)
ak on my night stand, right next to that bible
but i swear with these 50 shots, i’ll shoot it out with 5-0
pockets gettin’ too fat, no weight watchers no lipo
money talks, bullsh-t walks, on a mother f-ckin tight rope
and i make that p-ssy tap out
and knock that p-ssy out cold
and you n-gga get beat the cr-p out
but that’s just how a dice roll
these hoes hold that hose pipe
so i give all these hoes pipe
she get on that d-ck and stay on
all night like porch lights
lets do it, f-ck talking
we out here, we ballin
and i’m sprayin at these rusty n-ggas
like wd-40
we f-cked up, we truck’d up
no ifs, ands or b-tt f-cks
b-tch n-ggas go behind your back
like nun chucks and thats f-cked up
but my hoes down and my cups up
my n-ggas down for whatever
these b-tches think they too fly
well tell them hoes i pluck feathers
cause i’m tunechi, young tunechi i wear truckfit
f-ck gucci, she blowin kisses at me with them p-ssy lips
smooches and thats 2 chainz
2 chainz (hook)
look at you, now look at us
all my n-ggas look rich as f-ck
all my n-ggas look rich as f-ck
a-all my n-ggas look rich as f-ck (2x)
lil wayne (verse 1)
never talk to the cops, i don’t speak pig latin
i turned a penny into motherf-ckin janet jackson
tell the b-tches that be hatin’ i ain’t’ got no worries
i just wanna hit and run like i ain’t’ got insurance hoe
whats yo name whats yo sign zodiac k!ller
all rats gotta die even master splinter yea
murder 187 i be k!llin them b-tches
i hope all dogs go to heaven
and i got xanax, percocet, promethazine with codine
call me mr. sandman, i’m selling all these hoe’s dreams
i gotta white girl with big t-tties
flat -ss tv screen
i keep a bad b-tch call me the bb king
well you know i got that lack outa
then put the b-tch out like a house fire
im k!llin these hoes like michael myres
i eat that cat just like a lion
and i can’t trust none of these n-ggas
can’t trust none of these hoes
and i see your girl
when i want i got that hoe tivo’d
got a red -ss b-tch with a red -ss p-ssy
n-gga try me thats a dead -ss p-ssy
since y’all motherf-ckers so blind to the fact
to tell you the truth, don’t care who’s looking
all i know is i love my b-tch
and p-ssy feel just like heaven on earth
6 feet deep ditch shovel in the dirt
r.i.p. rest in p-ssy
light that sh-t then p-ss that sh-t
we gon’ get some smoke out
and then i went and got locked up
every night i dreamed i broke out
one time for them p-ssy n-ggas
thats that sh-t i don’t like we
eatin’ over here n-gga
f-ck around and have a food fight
and thats 2 chainz
2 chainz (hook)
look at you, now look at us
all my n-ggas look rich as f-ck
all my n-ggas look rich as f-ck
a-all my n-ggas look rich as f-ck (2x)
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