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letra de villains - rich bros

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[hook: ross rich]
getcha-your hand up, getcha-ya, getcha-your hand up
getcha-your hand up, getch-ya, getcha-your hand up
gota getcha-your hand up, raise your gl-sses to the sky
gonna party all night or p-ss out – so get ‘em high

getcha-your hand up, getcha-ya, getcha-your hand up
getcha-your hand up, getch-ya, getcha-your hand up
gota getcha-your hand up, raise your gl-sses to the sky
gonna party all night or p-ss out – so get ‘em high

[verse 1: ryan rich]
i ain’t bashful, blame it on the cash flow
i’m an -ss hole, stick the cash in the stash where the gr-ss go
– greener, my side of the divider
don’t think i’m a good guy…. well i don’t either

the protagonist, too hot u couldn’t handle us
when the magnum bust, ran to plan b it’s a must
i gottcha rattled like a baby, baffled on the daily
wetter than the navy, gat d-mn women crave me

soooo…give me the rhythm and it will be off with them clothes
transmitting flows over the seven seas faster than currents flow
a nice guy, so she finished first then i finished last
i’ve got business cash whereas she’s got vicious -ss

can’t dismiss that br-ss it’s on a whole other level dude
i’ll level u, like the bubble in a bevel do
neville smooth like the neville brothers groove
sooth to the soul, a tank of funk on full

i got u shaking like a spry can, baking like a fake tan
quaking like jay- pan, hating like a fake fan
f-ck rotation on dem radio stations
i wanna hear my dj’s lacing some first f-cking placin

creation, born for this jason, the rest of them complacent
better be bracing – p—p-p-ssies who i’m facing
representing the next flow, ignition to the petro
on the road to riches, and we’re sure bet bro

[hook: ross rich]
getcha-your hand up, getcha-ya, getcha-your hand up
getcha-your hand up, getch-ya, getcha-your hand up
gota getcha-your hand up, raise your gl-sses to the sky
gonna party all night or p-ss out – so get ‘em high

getcha-your hand up, getcha-ya, getcha-your hand up
getcha-your hand up, getch-ya, getcha-your hand up
gota getcha-your hand up, raise your gl-sses to the sky
gonna party all night or p-ss out – so get ‘em high

[verse 2: ross rich]
not -not just the ceo, i also rock the f-cking show
let go and get it get it get it on the flo
oh no, but they always say yeeea
when our beats blare and melodies move on through their ears

flashing lights like new years, f-ck it like who cares
when the needles drop dj cut that sh-t – new sheers
so get em up in sp-ce, if rap was a race
when i’m spittin this written you wouldn’t even be close to my pace

no, f-ck lex luther, i’ll be you’re kryptonite
girls tease and please on their knees when i grip the mic
cuz we those bros antagonists, you’re whole crews lacking wit
we know that you know that we know you can’t handle sh-t

they call us pr-cks, d-cks, they’re so mean
but the world loves its villains just take a look at sheen
cuz i’m always bi-winning, never shy women
in my lining, it up is how i have been livin

spitting with my sibling, with this gift we have been givin
rising up to the top can’t be stopped maaan we’re driven
got bars – next century, yours are elementary
locked up – penitentiary for k!lling tracks in the 10th degree

call me a rich bro aka a villii-oonn
bring that fire-flame spit it hot degrees a millii-oonn
celsius, burning up girls’ clothes you know they’ll melt to this
every track a t-tle match so i’mma take the belt with this

[cutting and scratching]

[hook: ross rich]
getcha-your hand up, getcha-ya, getcha-your hand up
getcha-your hand up, getch-ya, getcha-your hand up
gota getcha-your hand up, raise your gl-sses to the sky
gonna party all night or p-ss out – so get ‘em high

getcha-your hand up, getcha-ya, getcha-your hand up
getcha-your hand up, getch-ya, getcha-your hand up
gota getcha-your hand up, raise your gl-sses to the sky
gonna party all night or p-ss out – so get ‘em high

- rich bros

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