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letra de whats in it - rich amiri

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[intro: rich amiri]
blatt, yeah (shh, shh)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[chorus: rich amiri]
y’all n-ggas broker than broke (broke)
my n-ggas richer than rich (let’s go)
my brodie takin’ the oath (oath)
if he get caught, then he pleadin’ the fifth (uh-huh)
i went and copped me a glock (glock)
then i went copped me a switch (bop, bop, bop)
i do not stop for the cops, nope (yeah)
pushin’ it, two eighty-six (yeah, yeah)
pockets, they filled up with cash (cash)
look at your pockets, it’s lit (uh-huh)
fives and tens when i’m in the strip (the strip)
in the club, throwin’ your rent (the club)
vibes, they comin’ and eatin’ the d-ck (uh-huh)
kick her out, she throw a fit (wow)
ride the coupe, it got five percent tint (wow)
i bet you can’t see what’s in it (nope)
[verse 1: dom corleo]
i got a model ho, huh (model ho)
h-ll yeah, i’m f-ckin’ that b-tch (yeah)
she gon’ throw it back on the d-ck (she gon’ throw it back on the d-ck)
i’ma pull up and i hit (yeah)
and i ain’t gon’ my f-ckin’ crib
unless i came with a stick (unless i’m totin’ the stick)
yeah, i rock balenciaga with my rick hoodie
i get flyer than a b-tch (yeah, i get flyer than a b-tch)
’cause i know that they ain’t f-ckin’ with my swag (woah, woah, woah)
i told the chauffeur, “go and get my bag” (woah, woah, woah)
i got a b-tch, so you can’t hold my hand (yeah)
get on your knees and go ‘head, do your thing (yeah)
suckin’ the d-ck, yeah, she gon’ blow that sh-t (blow)
i roll it up and i get high as sh-t (i get high)
i’m f-ckin’ with you ’cause you broke as sh-t (d-mn)
i cut her off ’cause she a broke lil’ b-tch (you broke, b-tch)

[chorus: rich amiri]
y’all n-ggas broker than broke (broke)
my n-ggas richer than rich (let’s go)
my brodie takin’ the oath (oath)
if he get caught, then he pleadin’ the fifth (uh-huh)
i went and copped me a glock (glock)
then i went copped me a switch (bop, bop, bop)
i do not stop for the cops, nope (yeah)
pushin’ it, two eighty-six (yeah, yeah)
pockets, they filled up with cash (cash)
look at your pockets, it’s lit (uh-huh)
fives and tens when i’m in the strip (the strip)
in the club, throwin’ your rent (the club)
vibes, they comin’ and eatin’ the d-ck (uh-huh)
kick her out, she throw a fit (wow)
ride the coupe, it got five percent tint (wow)
i bet you can’t see what’s in it (nope)
[verse 2: dom corleo & rich amiri]
look in this ho and you can’t see
undercover on my d-mn jeans
b.b, yeah, it’s on my new mink
i don’t think that they get fly like me
i don’t think they gettin’ fly as he, yeah (yeah)
oh yeah, i ball like kareem (yeah)
put up the three and it’s wet like sea (let’s go)
grippin’ the cup, i can’t spill my lean (poppin’ them—)

[verse 3: rich amiri]
poppin’ them pills like a godd-mn fiend, got a moncleezy (oh yeah)
brand new season, for no reason, it get chilly (oh, woah)
when we link, she eat my s-m-n, yeah, you feel me
ridin’ ’round with my steely
no, i won’t let them k!ll me
no, i won’t let— (go)

[chorus: rich amiri]
y’all n-ggas broker than broke (broke)
my n-ggas richer than rich (let’s go)
my brodie takin’ the oath (oath)
if he get caught, then he pleadin’ the fifth (uh-huh)
i went and copped me a glock (glock)
then i went copped me a switch (bop, bop, bop)
i do not stop for the cops, nope (yeah)
pushin’ it, two eighty-six (yeah, yeah)
pockets, they filled up with cash (cash)
look at your pockets, it’s lit (uh-huh)
fives and tens when i’m in the strip (the strip)
in the club, throwin’ your rent (the club)
vibes, they comin’ and eatin’ the d-ck (uh-huh)
kick her out, she throw a fit (wow)
ride the coupe, it got five percent tint (wow)
i bet you can’t see what’s in it (nope)

- rich amiri

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