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letra de fall threw - rich the kid

[intro: future]
wheezy outta here

[chorus: rich the kid & young thug]
i got me some twins, identical (what?)
i cannot crash the bentley coupe (skrrt)
count up the racks, it’s nothing new
the p-ssy on drip, tell her fall through (fall through)
pinky ring, that’s an igloo (igloo)
stack the racks, the money tall as you (woo, woo)
count a hundred when it’s nothin’ to do (woo)
p-ssy on drip, tell her fall through
i’m f-ckin’ this b-tch on the bed (on god)
i told her, “proceed with the head” (on god)
i’m countin’ these racks on you speds (on god)
i’m puttin’ my sh-t on her legs (on god)
i told the lil’ b-tch it’s the kid (the kid)
i told the lil’ b-tch i’m the best (yeah)
i came with the nine and the tec (the nine)
i’m keeping the photo of the b-tch (woo)

[verse 1: young thug]
i’m f-ckin’ with rich ’cause i’m rich (woo)
i told her “i’m keepin’ it rich” (woo)
yeah, b-tch, i cannot
afford you ’cause you a lil’ thot-thot (thot-thot)
i came with two nines like i’m rondo (rondo)
then i hit the nine with the jackpot (jackpot)
yeah, i got the crockpot (i got the)
yeah, i’m smokin’ like magmas (i got, ooh)

[verse 2: rich the kid]
pull off in that lambo quick (skrrt)
hundred racks and a tec in this b-tch (what?)
quarter mil’ on my necklaces (ice)
tell your b-tch to stop textin’ me (b-tch)
i’ve been livin’ so reckless (so reckless)
i done crashed the bentley (skrrt)
but my pockets ain’t empty (ain’t empty)
why are you flexin’? it’s rented (it’s rented)
i might do the whole dash, for sure (what?)
the mclaren got suicide doors (suicide doors)
i’m payin’ cash, no lease (lease)
she keep the p-ssy on fleek (fleek)
she keep the gucci on fleek (gucci)
i f-ck her, it’s nice to meet (yeah)
no, you can’t get a bite to eat (woo)
chase a check, i don’t like to sleep (rich)

[verse 3: gunna]
you couldn’t even afford a t-rex (nah)
got pointers in all the rolex (yeah)
she swallow, that sh-t in her neck (d-mn)
i f-ck her too good on the x (the x)
f-ck the police who tryna arrest (arrest)
tryna make a rich n-gg- stress (stress)
yeah, i’m drippin’ like sweat (drippin’ like sweat)
n-gg-s ain’t drippin’ like that (n-gg-s ain’t drippin’ like that)
put 200k in the bag (the bag)
pull out the latest maybach (maybach)
ysl ain’t going out sad (not going out sad)
yeah, we on the map (we on the map)
ride with the stick on my lap (the stick on my lap)
these lames ain’t giving me dap (nah)
you need to get rid of the cap (rid of the cap)

- rich the kid

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