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letra de richer dreams* - pi'erre bourne & tm88

lyrics from snippet

[intro]
808 mafia

[chorus: pi’erre bourne]
man i miss my guys, this sh-t getting ugly
told my dawg we [?] n-gga trust me
when it’s all said and done she still gone suck me
money [?] rush me
yeah but i want a bigger bag
want a bigger crib
want a bigger chain
want the sickest whip
want some bigger sh-t
when i’m bigger b-tch
we just n-gga rich
b-tch i’m n-gga rich

[verse 1: pi’erre bourne]
that n-gga not cut like me
can’t get no bucks like me
that’s why i don’t chill with them n-ggas
i rather get richer alone
yeah imma hold my hitter
yea i just be taking her home
and youse a phony n-gga
man you can’t go back home
i be in the hood likе every month
thesе n-ggas more pressed than [?]
my life a movie i’m paramount
but it’s some sh-t i don’t share about
tell me more sh-t i don’t care about
i’m waiting on money, what pi’erre about?
can’t be scared and stay in the house
used to throw parties and air it out
now i’m up for a grammy now
we got first not second down
[?] we gone throw it out
money like hair i grow it out
i was on [?] for real
b-tch i’m 4 for real
my n-gga don’t lose no weight, but he always hold the steel
my n-gga done caught a case, they trying to give him ten years
shawty showed [?]
that pass [?] for real
introduce you to the bag, and we gone touch a mil
you know why my pockets fat, cuz my bank like uncle phil
[chorus: pi’erre bourne]
man i miss my guys, this sh-t getting ugly
told my dawg we [?] n-gga trust me
when it’s all said and done she still gone suck me
money [?] rush me
yeah but i want a bigger bag
want a bigger crib
want a bigger chain
want the sickest whip
want some bigger sh-t
when i’m bigger b-tch
we just n-gga rich
b-tch i’m n-gga rich

[verse 2: young nudy]
big guns, big clips
gotta run, sank ships
we k!ll sh-t, like the navy
if you switched then yo p-ssy ass fuggazi
i got racks on me f-cking yo old lady
she might come back to you n-gga maybe
i might send a shooter round yo way maybe
hope these n-ggas ain’t tough n-gga don’t try to play with me
imma keep it on my side b-tch it spray with me
30 round, a 100 round this on glock 17
i’m the same n-gga came up out them apartments
[chorus: pi’erre bourne]
man i miss my guys, this sh-t getting ugly
told my dawg we [?] n-gga trust me
when it’s all said and done she still gone suck me
money [?] rush me
yeah but i want a bigger bag
want a bigger crib
want a bigger chain
want the sickest whip
want some bigger sh-t
when i’m bigger b-tch
we just n-gga rich
b-tch i’m n-gga rich

- pierre bourne tm88

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