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letra de rich n turnt - summrs & desire

[chorus: summrs]
i got two sticks on me b-tch (chasethemoney, chasethemoney)
i can’t let a n-gga split my sh-t
i just turnt up and got rich, yeah
fell in love with these sticks
you’ll never catch me in no ricks
my wrist lit, audemars piguet up on my sh-t
two-tone patek froze, urus truck swole
and my pockets swole (double r, bird business, brr)
slidin’ in a four-door, i just turnt up on my ex ho
i just bought kayb a pole, i’m turnt up at his show
i’m like “motherf-ck the po”, d-cks watchin’ us like its hbo
neck on froze, wrist on froze, h2o
i can’t trust no ho, drop my partner? ain’t how it go (go)

[verse 1: desire]
got my wrist on froze, rockin’ out my show with a dirty pole
and my n-ggas take watches, actin’ like the grinch, takin’ they stones
i’m in love with the roxy, i can feel 30 mgs through my bones
double cup fillеd with toxins, i been eatin’ on that good-good teriyaki
i’m finna cook, hibachi, mike amiri my jеans, don’t do versace
b-tch, i just dropped a deposit, i’m still the same young n-gga, dropped outta college
and b-tch i just do what i’m ‘posed to, sippin’ good-good drank i ain’t got a coaster
i’m the one havin’ the motion, big ass f-ckin’ rod ain’t got no holster

[verse 2: summrs]
you in my swag bad, b-tch, you stole it
i got a rod with no f-ckin’ holster
drivin’ that fast in the tesla roadster
this b-tch keep askin’ me “just come over”
she want me slangin’ d-ck all on the sofa
i’m rockin number (n)ine, not rock no gosha
you n-ggas fakin, these n-ggas impostors
free my dawgs out the cut, n-gga, free sosa
b-tch, i got 20 pointers in my choker
don’t let that draco slump you over
i’m in the stu’, i’m focused and i’m loaded
she see my audemars piguet, she noticed
i pick that pistol up and get to totin’
i got my millions up, lil b-tch, i’m chosen
i’m in the maybach, noddin’ off, dozin’
i’mma let the k knock a noggin open
i’m on some presidential sh-t, but i don’t be votin’
pmo sn-tched his chain, that’s a trophy
holy, holy, hold that nose, boy, you needa hold the nose ‘fore i get your ass busted up
and murdered, come through the section and just swerve, leavin’ his brains on the curb
i fly with the birds, yeah, that’s what you heard?
then you heard right, my n-ggas in the can with their f-ckin’ knife, they ain’t got no pipes
take one of us, take two of yours then we get life (yeah, yeah)
we ain’t makin’ sh-t right
[chorus: summrs]
i got two sticks on me b-tch
i can’t let a n-gga split my sh-t
i just turnt up and got rich, yeah
fell in love with these sticks
you’ll never catch me in no ricks
my wrist lit, audemars piguet up on my sh-t
two-tone patek froze, urus truck swole
and my pockets swole (double r, bird business, brr)
slidin’ in a four-door, i just turnt up on my ex ho
i just bought kayb a pole, i’m turnt up at his show
i’m like “motherf-ck the po”, d-cks watchin’ us like its hbo
neck on froze, wrist on froze, h2o
i can’t trust no ho, drop my partner? ain’t how it go (go)

[outro]
chasethemoney, chasethemoney

- summrs desire

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