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letra de get rich or die cryin - spider gang

[intro: cxrpse & lil darkie]
spider gang
on my rich n-gga sh-t (ayy), rich n-gga sh-t (ayy)
rich n-gga sh-t, uh (ayy), rich n-gga, yeah (yeah, yeah)

[verse 1: cxrpse & lil darkie]
whole gang full of rich n-ggas, i don’t f-ck with b-tch n-ggas
if you ain’t rich, get the f-ck out of the crib n-gga (yeah)
ring-ring (h-llo?)
that’s somebody callin’
rich as f-ck, i’m ballin’
all up, we maulin’
on my rich n-gga sh-t, get off a rich n-gga d-ck
i’ma buy a new watch just to p-ss on a b-tch (yeah)
all these n-ggas hatin’ on a young n-gga comin’ up
see my bank account i run it up, go to functions and i f-ck it up
the labels say they’ll do this for some money, i said, “f-ck it”
get a rich n-gga big, count [?] said, “f-ck a budget”
everything that cost money, f-ck you n-gga, we done done it
no, i’m serious the label is really making us do this, please help us (ahhhh! yeah)
[verse 2: lil darkie]
rich n-gga (huh), oh, oh, oh, oh
i got money, i got drugs, i got opioids, n-gga
this here amount of cocaine is copious, n-gga
talkin’ sh-t ’bout rich n-ggas, glock open this n-gga (blah, blah)
you could get pocked with a stick (yeah)
all these rappin’ ass internet n-ggas is broke than a b-tch (punk ass n-ggas, ayy, huh, huh, huh)
they don’t even got material possessions
had to cut off h-lla n-ggas, tired of hearing your depression (depressed ass n-gga, ayy)
she shakin’ ass (uh-uh)
i can’t hear you broke n-ggas talkin’ off the gas
it’s too loud for me to pass, that’s an impossible task
spider gang get your b-tch wet so we can help her make a splash (ayy, ayy)
actually help, the label executives are holding us hostage please save u- (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[verse 3: bruhmanegod]
i got h-lla hoes, man, i got h-lla bricks
p-ssy, if you ain’t rich get the f-ck up out the crib
i-i-i be in the crib with my baby bottle sippin’
tr-trill ass junkie off the juul still tippin’ (yeah)
playin’ with my money, i’ma leave your ass a victim (okay)
ice on my neck, sweat necklace [?]
beamy got everything was ever in existence (gucci)
all this sh-t i got, i’ma give it to my children
t-tequila and some coke, flyin’ out to méxico
i remember at the store, used to hit the texaco
i been flyin’ off a boat, so much cash i got a moat
i been sellin’ all this dope, i be getting all these bands
i been makin’ h-lla racks, i can finally wipe my ass
if a p-ssy talkin’ sh-t, i’ma put him in the grass
just a reminder, we got everything that exists, the label can’t control us, haha
[outro: bruhmanegod]
nah, but for real, like, we didn’t really understand what we were getting into with all this rap sh-t, you feel me? like, they really make us do sh-t, like, they keep us locked in f-cking cages, they f-cking hit us with cattle prods all f-cking night, i haven’t slept in six weeks, they abuse us, please!

- spider gang

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