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letra de fuk dat - rich kidz

intro:
yeah
f-ck this
f-ck this
bankroll in my britches, yeah

verse 1: skooly
all of my n-ggas like f-ck that sh-t
all of my b-tches like f-ck that sh-t
bands in my britches like f-ck that sh-t
these n-ggas ain’t with me like f-ck that sh-t
ride with the strap i’m like f-ck that sh-t
hop out with the strap i’m like f-ck that sh-t
walk in the store i’m like f-ck that sh-t
i’m all on my own so f-ck that sh-t
young n-gga getting older so f-ck that sh-t
young n-gga getting dough so f-ck that sh-t
at the spot with the sh-ts yo b-tch on my d-ck, one more little inch ima f-ck that b-tch
i do not believe in luck and sh-t
guess i never had that luck and sh-t
dirty dancin’ on that muddy sh-t
pour a row inside my cup and sh-t
i put yo b-tch on my bucket list
you can just call that my f-ck it list
f-ck this sh-t
have a round
doing drugs she’ll be diving down
see i’d rather smile
never talk
i always wanted to [?] the cops
cops pull up we abort the spot
get caught don’t talk
well of course not

[chorus: skooly]
but of course you got p-ssy n-ggas that be hating on you
bad b-tches wanna taste on you
i’m getting money stop playing, got a whole lotta motherf-ckin’ cash that be waiting on me
go hard can’t fold
bankroll can’t fold
living life fast, but i drank slow
you know i pulled them 4s out
my og got gold mouth
know i turnt my clothes up
just know i brought them hoes out
like f-ck that sh-t, you ain’t f-cking with the clique
ya’ll n-ggas ain’t talking bout sh-t
now i think that i think i’m the sh-t
i still can’t trust no b-tch
skate

[verse 2: kaleb]
i’m from the bottom, the bottom, the bottom, the bottom that’s why i get high
hustle sun up to sun down everyday, yeah that’s how i get by
for all of the days i couldn’t that why i get fly
now i feel like the man i got bands in my pants feel like pads on my thigh
a couple of my homies jammed up they was living life relentless
on some f-ck that sh-t
but i know jail ain’t for no player so i was like f-ck that sh-t
sh-t on a n-gga like a toilet we ain’t, we ain’t on toilet naw naw n-gga we don’t take sh-t
and i ain’t really rude but my att-tude be on some f-ck that sh-t
naw for real
ion talk to cops
i’m really for real unless it’s a traffic stop
i ball like a center, i stays on the block
all i need in the world is a spot and a clock
for them n-ggas on f-ck sh-t, we with that same sh-t, f-ck that sh-t
i keep me a gloc

[chorus: skooly]
but of course you got p-ssy n-ggas that be hating on you
bad b-tches wanna taste on you
i’m getting money stop playing gotta whole lotta motherf-cking cash that be waiting on me
go hard can’t fold, bankroll can’t fold
living life fast, but i drank slow
know i pulled them 4s out
my og got gold mouth
know i turnt my clothes up
just know i brought them hoes out
like f-ck that sh-t you ain’t f-cking with the clique
ya’ll n-ggas ain’t talmbout sh-t
now i think that i think i’m the sh-t
i still can’t trust no b-tch
skate

- rich kidz

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