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letra de neva sip act - rich amiri

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[intro: rich amiri]
pourin’ up wock’ by the liter, i never sip act’
gas to the green like it’s easter, i’m countin’ big racks
jugg him, he can’t get his sh-t back
i made a hundred and flipped that
eatin’ the beat like a big mac
mad for no reason, i keep a stick strapped
talk to my shooter⁠—
talk to my shooter⁠—
talk to my shooter⁠—
talk⁠—, yeah, tight

[chorus: rich amiri]
pourin’ up wock’ by the liter, i never sip act’
gas to the green like it’s easter, i’m countin’ big racks
jugg him, he can’t get his sh-t back
i made a hundred and flipped that
eatin’ the beat like a big mac
mad for no reason, i keep a stick strapped
i wanna f-ck with lil’ baby, she wanna come to my home and take off her clothes
pullin’ up in a mercedes, it got them suicide doors, i’m doin’ the most
i think my shooter, he crazy, that n-gga ready to blow, he ready to go
ready to aim at his nose, ready for smoke, you better off lockin’ your door
flow on this sh-t with the ease
that ho, she blowin’ and workin’ for me
she goin’, she blow on her knees
smoke on that gas so i’m vietnamese
i’m in the back and i’m chillin’ with e
my b-tch, she bad, your b-tch a three
my n-ggas drippin’ water like a leak, uh-uh (uh-uh)
[verse: heygwuapo!]
(yeah-yeah, yeah)
my diamonds drippin’ water like a faucet
give a f-ck about the price, if i see it, then i might aswell just cop it
me and amiri like batman and robin
[?], but they change the topic
thought it’s a pimple, that’s red beam right at your noggin
i spend a bag as soon as i walk in
i’m with the gang for life, we locked in
i’m in the big body, this a rolls truck
after i f-ck then i ghost her
she wan’ ride like a rollercoaster
to the top, b-tch, i’m gettin’ closer
big booty b-tch, she gon’ back it up
he want the smoke, so my n-ggas gon’ pack him up
he want the smoke, so my n-ggas gon’ do him [?]
boy, we takin’ your sh-t, you can’t get it back
need to get off your ass and go get a bag
man, these lil’ n-ggas lazy as sh-t
he tryna work for free
lil’ bro, is you crazy? you gon’ need to pay me a brick

[chorus: rich amiri]
pourin’ up wock’ by the liter, i never sip act’
gas to the green like it’s easter, i’m countin’ big racks
jugg him, he can’t get his sh-t back
i made a hundred and flipped that
eatin’ the beat like a big mac
mad for no reason, i keep a stick strapped
i wanna f-ck with lil’ baby, she wanna come to my home and take off her clothes
pullin’ up in a mercedes, it got them suicide doors, i’m doin’ the most
i think my shooter, he crazy, that n-gga ready to blow, he ready to go
ready to aim at his nose, ready for smoke, you better off lockin’ your door
flow on this sh-t with the ease
that ho, she blowin’ and workin’ for me
she goin’, she blow on her knees
smoke on that gas so i’m vietnamese
i’m in the back and i’m chillin’ with e
my b-tch, she bad, your b-tch a three
my n-ggas drippin’ water like a leak, uh-uh (uh-uh)

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