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letra de on top - rich ash

[verse 1: rich ash]
oh, i thought a snitch-ass n-gga, forgot he said somethin’ (you p-ssy)
made the easiest money my life this summer
he know his b-tch f-ckin’, he gon’ bust her head open
but she say this n-gga broke and he don’t spend no bands on her
just put the head on me, i don’t feel like hittin’
a n-gga reach for my chain, he don’t feel like living (on god, n-gga)
i’m in that big body and the windows tinted (elade)
i got played once, i don’t get no feelings
you trick on b-tches, and they don’t even let you hit (ham)
fresh as h-ll with a sixty-thousand-dollar ’kit (vs)
before i beat a n-gga like you, i’ll quit
wealthy tee on, b-tches like ash rich (it’s rich)
f-ck a past tense, b-tch, i’m up currently (right now)
it’s money on the floor, i’ma come urgently (right now)
right now it ain’t a n-gga out workin’ me (right now)
an opp got dropped, ain’t no point in surgery

[chorus: rich ash & babytron]
i’m at the top with the gang, it’s only us
you n-ggas finally got some pape’, it took long enough (yeah)
paid the plug in bitcoin, he loaded up (yeah)
i ain’t like the watch plain, now the rollie bust (sh-ttyboyz)
i’m at the top with the gang, it’s only us (gang)
you n-ggas finally got some pape’, it took long enough
paid the plug in bitcoin, he loaded up
i ain’t like the watch plain, now the rollie bust (ayy)
[verse 2: babytron]
i’ll smack you with the bl!ckie with your b-tch ass
zazas fallin’ off the ‘wood, b-tch, this some rich ash
unemployment slammin’, lil’ b-tch, i’m gettin’ quick cash
von miller, for that lil’ sack, i’ll blitz that
ridin’ ’round skrrtin’, lookin’ like i never gave a f-ck
guess why? lil’ b-tch, i never gave a f-ck
hit melrose big trippin’, told him jay me up
ridin’ ’round with that weed whacker, gucci snaked me up
ksubi jeans on, two chops, b-tch think i’m korean
h-llcat, h-llcat, lil’ b-tch, we gon’ bring them demons
yeah, mr. up-top, yeah, he gon’ meet his jesus
fire wayne like lil’ wheezy, boy, i tweak with visas
i’m with the reaper, he be creepin’, hit you with a sleeper
had a low-ass gpa but now i’m sh-ttin’ on my teacher
brought that pistol in the locker room like i came with arenas
moon rock in the turtle pie, let’s take a trip to venus

[chorus: rich ash]
i’m at the top with the gang, it’s only us
you n-ggas finally got some pape’, it took long enough
paid the plug in bitcoin, he loaded up
i ain’t like the watch plain, now the rollie bust
i’m at the top with the gang, it’s only us
you n-ggas finally got some pape’, it took long enough
paid the plug in bitcoin, he loaded up
i ain’t like the watch plain, now the rollie bust
[verse 3: jugg harden]
i’ll slap your b-tch ass and your b-tch ass
it’s some thousand dollar drawers with my rich ass
lil’ [?]-ass n-gga and your b-tch bad
my lil’ wool, she got options, i’m like, “what’s bad?”
all that gangster sh-t cute, i got my gun in
he tryna match a fifty round, let’s have some fun then
seen a n-gga run up dog sh-t with one leg
he got k!lled ’cause he was thinkin’ with his one yeah
my brother pack of dog food, i’m countin’ dog sh-t
sh-t crazy, i ain’t ‘member flexin’ dog sh-t
i ain’t playin’ favoritism, i want ’em all hit
this glock hold a nine shot, that’s a small d-ck
brodie go up top, he be head huntin’
thought a b-tch sharin’ alexander said somethin’
he got a coolant on the chop ’cause his head hot
i’m blowed as h-ll, spillin’ wocky on my lambchops
i just bought my b-tch an ass with the thighs to match
we got every straps, ain’t ’bout to be no boxing match
i just talk about my life, i don’t know how to rap
three hundred twenties, ain’t no loss, we make buyin’ for that
(good lookin’, dnell)

- rich ash

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