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letra de blow the bag - rich the kid

[intro]
ayy, let me hear that ho, jeff
dj durel

[verse: rich the kid]
[?] (what?)
i f-ck that b-tch, i can never miss her (woo)
i’m ballin’, young n-gga just like a clipper (woo)
your b-tch in the game, let her blow the whistle (b-tch)
the gang got choppas all in the sprinter (bow)
i bought me the rolls, it’s not a rental (rich)
i gave her a bag, the b-tch a winner (bag)
she want a steak and a chicken dinner (what?)
you gotta then show the cash (racks)
the money come fast just like the dash
so i gotta blow the bag (what?)
know that she bad, if she gon’ be smashed
she owe me like shoulder pads (she gon’ be smashed)
playing with the check, young n-gga, i’ma blow the racks (racks)
spent a whole hundred, n-gga, i’ma go make that

[verse 2: quavo & rich the kid & takeoff]
fifty-fity (rich), goin’ in fifty-fifty (woo)
i cut him [?], he get to stitching
they gonna switch, a new color bentley (hey)
suck all the frames, john lennon (woo)
„how much he paid?“ mind your business (cash)
free all my dawgs, they got [?] ([?])
if they [?] we gon’ shoot a lil’ [?] (bow)
my family proud, no penny (proud)
i’m rockin’ the [?] like [?] ([?])
i am a dawg, it’s in me (hrr)
my dawg [?] got vv’s (vv’s)
touchdown, we f-ck up the city (f-ck it up)
nawfside, for n-ggas no pity (nah)
sellin’ a brick with the gang, all the [?] and throw ’em on titties (takeoff)
[verse 3: takeoff]
[?] tryna get a twenty up out of their nickle (twenty)
chrome heart denim, she want a purple pickle in the mid for the winner (she want it)
i drive the rolls, we on them [?] rockin’ no [?] (twelve)
baguette, the patek is cold, if you touch on my wrist then you might just shiver (ice)
terrier k!llin’ them (k!llin’ them)
[?] ([?])
water condition is critical (critical)
migo gang, we goin’ digital (go!)

[verse 4: offset]
turned on my tv (why?)
my momma just said that she see me (momma)
for god’s sake, it’s eliantte
he gon’ need glasses, the jewelry be 3d (look at the ice)
’cause if you ain’t gang, [?] whenever you see me (cvl)
and when it’s smoke, you know that’s that we the ones callin’ while they be just tweeting (shh)
marvin the marsian, look at them n-ggas, they starving
’cause they not eating (starve)
i put my wrist in the pat’, that’s a [?]
then i get to beating

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- rich the kid

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