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letra de seen it all - rich amiri

[intro]
top bird, double r
double b, bird business sh-t n-gga
brrr brrr

[verse 1] (summrs)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
talked to my bro through the jail call
pray to god that i don’t fall off
blow a hole through his chest with the sawed-off, sawed-off
b-tch you can’t lie to me i done seen it all, saw it all
two steps ahead of the game, off a addy customizing chains
my n-ggas be sn-tching these brains, brains
drive that maybach through the rain
pay with complimentary champagne
sometimes i feel like kobe, sometimes i feel like [?]
i just need me a [?] i’m sippin’ on drank
i never hit up my [?]
my brothers gon’ leavе ‘em a stain, don’t make the wrong mistakе
outside his house we gon’ stay
pushing that g63 with no brakes
mama i came a long way, [?] tied up to some [?]
throwing shots like parade, she tryna play with my name like arcade
she spit in my mother f-cking face
i never take these b-tches serious, i don’t think they really hearing us
i don’t think these n-ggas lit as us
blow that choppa’ like some angel dust
poppin’ sh-t that’s why she came with us
said that’s your b-tch but she stay with us
[verse 2] (rich amiri)
let go let go
run through the gas [?]
lil’ petty sh-t it wasn’t made for us
run through a hunnid’ and made it uh
taliban turn you to angel dust
my n-gga trippin’ he want him a body
caught him a body they can’t say none
the case is up, y’all n-ggas funny and fake as f-ck
that fishbowl i told my woedie’ to paint the [?]
yeah, no handouts young n-ggas made from none
i know this sh-t wasn’t made for us
now pockets fat y’all bankrupt

[verse 3] (summrs)
pockets fat y’all bankrupt
you gotta’ get your paper up
[?], double my cup
f-ck this b-tch, i don’t want love
tiffany diamonds [?] cash
f-cking with me her whole life i done carried
i got these m’s we getting married
i got these m’s we getting buried
together forever i get cheddar
she blowing me, i’m blowing n-ggas with my beretta
came in on some light sh-t, floating like a feather
they copy everything i do, i’m a trendsetter
[verse 4] (rich amiri)
i want to pop these pills shawty
i wanna’ crack the ceiling shawty
give a f-ck how you feel shawty
c4 make these [?]
3 percs in can’t feel my body
but a young n-gga just feel right
f-ck yo’ gang come k!ll some bout it
bend a b-tch back got her doing pilates
i put that fly sh-t all on my body
choppin’ the top off the coupe kawasaki
i’m in that front seat i [?] it
bae i can’t love you, i’m in love with roxy
he wanna’ talk sh-t finna’ red dot him
[?] white b-tch up in the lobby

- rich amiri

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