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letra de fuk it - septembersrich

f-k it lyrics
[chorus: septembersrich & yeat]
(skrrt)
i’m in that ‘rari, f-ck it
it ain’t got no tags? f-ck it
you ain’t got a bag? f-ck it
12 on my ass, duckin’
she got an ass? i’m f-ckin’
200 the dash, i’m truckin’
i’m on this x, bussin’, got old heads, rusty
that not a bl!ck, you isn’t trusted
everyday i get high, i’m on some f-ck sh-t, yeah
i need x to survive, in the function
yeah, run it up

[verse: yeat & septembersrich]
in my coupe, goin’ extra fast, it’s got the v8 on it
all my b-tches, extra bad, they got them titties on it
mini draco sittin’ on my dash, it’s got them titties on it
i’m so rich, twenties don’t mean sh-t, hundreds, fifties on it
ran out of x, so i called the plug, bought like fifty off him
b-tch, i call the plug every sunday like a service
all my diamonds vs1, these b-tches worthy, these b-tches surfin’, yeah
i got a million cash in the stash house
b-tch, i get it how i need, one time, boy, they crashed out
b-tch, i been on geeky time, my demons told me chill out
b-tch, i bought that scatpack, to crash it
tekashi, these kids’ll be snitchin’, they plottin’
i got a .556 and the drum mag, big-ass bullet gon’ take off his noggin
i just pulled up in a gucci tracksuit, they thought i was jokin’
brand new 2021, matte black seat and i went and got a reward for it, and bro put the suicides on it
they tell me [?], whole lot of blue, lot of red, lot of [?]
i been on [?] pilot
b-tch said she never did it, so let’s try it
all i been doin’ is been gettin’ high
bro throw all them racks, take them ones to the sky, yeah
i just pulled up in a cullinan, b-tches be buggin’ me for [?] inside of it
i went and made a new label, this twizzyrich busi’, if you’re broke do not think about signin’
i just got wired 10k for the show, but i ain’t even show out, i just went out of town with it
could’ve got ten more bands for that backend, but i don’t give a f-ck ’cause i’m done with the scammin’ hit
and this lil’ b-tch, she been ridin’ on d-ck like a biker, a car or somethin’ with handles on it
we in the [?], the paparazzi finna pull up to see what we drive today
[chorus: septembersrich & yeat]
(skrrt)
i’m in that ‘rari, f-ck it
it ain’t got no tags? f-ck it
you ain’t got a bag? f-ck it
12 on my ass, duckin’
she got an ass? i’m f-ckin’
200 the dash, i’m truckin’
i’m on this x, bussin’, got old heads, rusty
that not a bl!ck, you isn’t trusted
everyday i get high, i’m on some f-ck sh-t, yeah
i need x to survive, in the function
yeah, run it up

- septembersrich

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