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letra de trouble - rich amiri

[chorus]
i went and ran it the f-ck up (what the f-ck?)
most of these n-ggas, don’t trust ’em, no
i put my trust in these hundreds
ride with the toolie, i’m tuckin’, woah
these n-ggas not about nothin’ (never)
and that ho think that i love her, no
“how many racks?” a couple
caught that boy lack, his ass in trouble (yeah)
he in my pack, got hit with a nuzzle
pop me a flat, i’m doin’ a couple
my money fat, i’m makin’ it double
he wanna chat, get put in a bubble (yeah, yeah)
i wanna crack, that b-tch wanna cuddle (what, what?)
that b-tch, she bad, i give her my number (yeah)
blast, we turn that boy into rubble
[verse]
blast, we turn that boy into— (what? let’s go)
wе turn that boy into nothin’
i’ma turn none to— (wait)
i’ma turn none to somethin’ (yеah)
shootin’, we havin’ some fun
smokin’ that boy like it’s runtz (yeah)
after i f-ck, lil’ b-tch, we are done, yeah
diamonds they shine like the sun
diamonds they shine like the— (what?), yeah
diamonds they shine like the— (yeah)
i got the pack for the low (yeah)
i brought the pack in the boat
you wanna hang? boy, get a rope (yeah)
shout-out my twizzy, my loc
guarantee he gettin’ poked (poked)
guarantee he gettin’ smoked (smoked)

- rich amiri

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