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letra de rns - so santana

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[intro}
ya ya ya
ya ya ya
ya ya ya
ya ya ya

[chorus]
thirty thousand chain, spent ten on my wrist
n-ggas talkin’ down i can probably f-ck they b-tches
i look like a l!ck
all this water i’m a fish
throwing money in the crowd, on some rich n-gga sh-t
[verse 1:]
we on mountains we droppin’ the top on they ass so just watch how we livin’
i’m thumbing through twenties and fifties and hundreds and counting these dividends
you n-ggas can’t f-ck with me i got that money on lock
yeah we reaching to the top
p-ssin’ diamond black rocks
ice in my cup, f-ck what you sayin’
i’m too f-ckin’ high off the lean, i can’t hear what you sayin’
i said i’ll put five bands on her salami
cause i know she gon fold just like origami
yeah she gon work me good just like palates
she want to takе a picture no paparazzi
i’m on rich n-gga sh-t
yeah, take a n-gga b-tch
yеah, we stars in a wraith
d-mn, yeah we so lit
poppin’ these bottles with models
running up checks like we just won the lotto
these n-ggas be lurking they just want a follow
they hating cause they know they pockets is hollow

[chorus]
thirty thousand chain, spent ten on my wrist
n-ggas talkin’ down i can probably f-ck they b-tches
i look like a l!ck
all this water i’m a fish
throwing money in the crowd, on some rich n-gga sh-t
[verse 2:]
i’m with nazzii on a plane
we so high f-ck tsa
no rollie plain jane
rich n-gga sh-t we not the same
these n-ggas be thinking they same as me
these n-ggas really just some wannabes
rich n-gga sh-t we on another league
they mad cause they b-tch is a fan of me
i drip water (water), new baguettes
f-cked yo b-tch, no kiss and telling
we in a house in the hills
this sh-t don’t even feel real
she want my pickle i gave her a deal
feel like a fish out of water, got gills
we racing electric eels (yeah)
you f-ck with us you getting k!lled
iron man yeah, i’m packing the steal
ice on my body its giving you chills
rich n-gga sh-t yeah this sh-t is for real
choppa on my lap with a rosarie swear to god feel like a warrior
lot of dead presidents in my hands so i might need a coroner

[chorus]
thirty thousand chain, spent ten on my wrist
n-ggas talkin’ down i can probably f-ck they b-tches
i look like a l!ck
all this water i’m a fish
throwing money in the crowd, on some rich n-gga sh-t

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