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letra de rich junkie - tay b

[intro: tay b]
(okay, jones)
huh

[chorus: tay b]
yeah, addicted to designer, i guess i’m a rich junkie
a n-gga tryna rob me, i come off the hip dumpin’
pandemic boys, i know you n-ggas miss money
thinkin’ ’bout my granny, other than that, i don’t miss nothin’
yeah, this shirt plain as h-ll, but it cost me six hundred
got on plain jane now, but i can come out wrist bustin’
bougie n-gga, if i speak to your ho, the b-tch lucky
you can keep that b-tch, i don’t want your ho, that b-tch ugly

[verse 1: tay b]
hmm, man, a lot of rappers broke, i’ll sign you
lil’ n-gga, i’m the sh-t, must i remind you?
if my brother say it’s on the floor, i’m right behind you
i’m the one that’s hoppin’ out with you, i can’t drive you
i am not the one to f-ck with, must i advise you?
baby, i can’t trust you, gotta hit you with a condom
it’s really hard for me to fall in love, that’s on my mama
tender n-ggas wanna k!ll me, it ain’t sh-t but some v-g-n-
your kit cheap, it ain’t worth the sh-t that’s in my closet
don’t wanna get rich, i don’t even wanna be around you
you can leave if you wanna leave, i won’t hound you
i ain’t makin’ love to no ho, i’m gon’ pound you
[chorus: tay b]
yeah, addicted to designer, i guess i’m a rich junkie
a n-gga tryna rob me, i come off the hip dumpin’
pandemic boys, i know you n-ggas miss money
thinkin’ ’bout my granny, other than that, i don’t miss nothin’
yeah, this shirt plain as h-ll, but it cost me six hundred
got on plain jane now, but i can come out wrist bustin’
bougie n-gga, if i speak to your ho, the b-tch lucky
you can keep that b-tch, i don’t want your ho, that b-tch ugly

[verse 2: sk!lla baby]
the sh-t i been doing’ll get a n-gga five to ten
get back on your ‘gram, tell ’em what i’m slidin’ in
i don’t hang with rappers, them n-ggas not my friends
couldn’t catch his ass out, so we popped his mans
i mean dropped his mans
i’m out here slidin’ with the sticks like a hockey fan (i’m a hockey fan)
i don’t know who told y’all n-ggas i’m not gon’ spin (huh?)
n-ggas dyin’, n-ggas still doin’ all that playin’
i got a fifty in amiri
two-fifty in the ceiling, iced up, i’m just chillin’
gettin’ money, n-gga, clearly
three condos, n-ggas can’t f-ck with me really
i can hit a n-gga b-tch or get a n-gga hit
please don’t brag about a hundred, man, that lil’ sh-t get spent
ten thousand ain’t sh-t, man, i’ll spend that on my b-tch
you can’t get another life, i can get another kit (huh?)
slidin’ in designer, tryna hit him in his sh-t (bah)
the streets talk to me ’cause i’m really in the mix, huh?
[chorus: tay b]
yeah, addicted to designer, i guess i’m a rich junkie
a n-gga tryna rob me, i come off the hip dumpin’
pandemic boys, i know you n-ggas miss money
thinkin’ ’bout my granny, other than that, i don’t miss nothin’
yeah, this shirt plain as h-ll, but it cost me six hundred
got on plain jane now, but i can come out wrist bustin’ (okay, jones)
bougie n-gga, if i speak to your ho, the b-tch lucky
you can keep that b-tch, i don’t want your ho, that b-tch ugly

- tay b

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