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letra de splashin (trap symphony version) - rich the kid

[chorus]
ayy, we can f-ck lil’ mama, i can’t lip lock
gucci, spent a hunnid on some new socks
coulda bought a crib, bought a drop top
i can’t love a b-tch, trust no thot
never bring a freak to your spot
dolce and gabbana on my flip flops
i don’t do no relaxing
run up the bag, get the cash in
fendi, am i drippin’ or i’m splashin’
12, they can’t catch me when i’m passin’
how you got a check and went broke again?
b-tches wanting clout and i ain’t kissin’ ’em
since i first got them hundreds, i’ve been flippin’ ’em

[verse 1]
off-white with the gucci, i might mitch match
when i f-ck her, you can get your b-tch back
what the h-ll she was thinking? i can’t kiss that
why she ask me where the h-ll i got my wrist at?
why the h-ll a hundred-thousand in my backpack?
why these b-tches think that we can come in contact?
this is my drank, this ain’t cognac
you ain’t get a milli, why you sign that?
she wanna f-ck, i decline that
look at my b-tch, she a dimebag
look at my pinky, it’s a waterslide
rich forever, come and see the money side

[chorus]
ayy, we can f-ck lil’ mama, i can’t lip lock
gucci, spent a hunnid on some new socks
coulda bought a crib, bought a drop top
i can’t love a b-tch, trust no thot
never bring a freak to your spot
dolce and gabbana on my flip flops
i don’t do no relaxing
run up the bag, get the cash in
fendi, am i drippin’ or i’m splashin’
12, they can’t catch me when i’m passin’
how you got a check and went broke again?
b-tches wanting clout and i ain’t kissin’ ’em
since i first got them hundreds, i’ve been flippin’ ’em

[verse 2]
i flip the money, got my check up
i’m flexing up, but i’m no wrestler
blue cheese pockets got the extras
i stack the money up like tetris
how i got two-fifty from my neck up?
how i made it from the hood to a benz truck?
b-tches wanna f-ck, i got them lined up
how you with the gang but you ain’t signed up?
pull out my d-ck, tell her kiss that
she just want a n-gga with a big sack
pull out the choppa, we in combat
touchdown on the plug like a lineback

[chorus]
ayy, we can f-ck lil’ mama, i can’t lip lock
gucci, spent a hunnid on some new socks
coulda bought a crib, bought a drop top
i can’t love a b-tch, trust no thot
never bring a freak to your spot
dolce and gabbana on my flip flops
i don’t do no relaxing
run up the bag, get the cash in
fendi, am i drippin’ or i’m splashin’
12, they can’t catch me when i’m passin’
how you got a check and went broke again?
b-tches wanting clout and i ain’t kissin’ ’em
since i first got them hundreds, i’ve been flippin’ ’em

- rich the kid

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