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letra de flexin' - rich the kid

[verse 1: 21 savage]
jumped out the porsche, got to it
choppa on me, b-tch i shoot like i’m cupid
model b-tch, and she gon’ blow me like hookah (yeah)
all these diamonds, b-tch i look like a jeweler (21!)
rollie froze, b-tch it came out the cooler
tech 9, b-tch it came with a cooler
i got shooters that’ll shoot at your shooter (yeah)
b-tch you broke, you eatin’ noodles and oodles (21)
i got a bad b-tch, workin’ hooters (21)
b-tch i get the check, and you know i blew it (21) (i get it)
21 gang, chain hangin’, blangin’ (21)
jewish lawyers, give a f-ck about that rangin’ (21)
seinfeld, n-ggas frontin’ like kramer
put you on the news, you wanna be famous (21)
zone 6, b-tch you know that i claimed it
i jumped out the porsche and broke my ankle (gang, gang)
i’m scr-pin’ the bud when i cook it up (21)
your main b-tch want me to pick her up (21)
i nut in her face, she gon’ l!ck it up
your jewelry shinin’? we gon’ stick you up (stick ya up)
like 2pac, n-gga, hit ’em up (hit ’em up)
these n-ggas tough on the internet (21)
gettin’ that p-ssy, i’m k!llin’ that (i’m k!llin’)
i’m not just a rapper, i’m livin’ that (i’m livin’ that)
shawty said she want that d-ck, i told that b-tch to wait one minute (wait one minute!)
these n-ggas broke, i heard these n-ggas shoppin’ j.c. penney (21, 21)
i took that b-tch to ruth chris, i heard a n-gga eats at wendy’s
i’m a real n-gga, i can’t wear no gold unless they came from the business

[verse 2: rich the kid]
i been flexin on the gram
hunnid bands, hunnid bands
shawty lovin’ on the man
sippin’ the lean in the kickstand
i was on the grind, had to boss up (boss up!)
b-tches they f-ck when i pull up (up!)
flexin’ i’m doin’ no pull-ups
rich n-gga i’m holdin’ the racks up!
you a worker i’m a boss (boss!)
new chanel and i don’t know the cost (cost!)
bought a louis f-ck the cops
rich forever like i’m ross (rich!)
hit a juug, hit a juug!
kid just [?] to a plaque
cookin’ up smoke from the bay
the mase, i swerve in the ace
wake up in countin’ up bank (woah!)
rich and my money don’t fold (don’t fold!)
look at the rolex it’s cold
got racks in the the ceiling that old
bring the mase over here, that way (that way!)
f-ck ya hoe, send a b-tch that way (that way!)
throw enough money, yeah that way (that way!)
young rich n-gga with a ak

- rich the kid

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