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letra de skinny rich girl swag - tom macdonald

[intro]
skinny rich girl swag
skinny rich girl swag

[verse 1]
drinkin’ out the bottle like my stomach gone
p-ssy rappers couldn’t reach me with a hundred arms
smokin’ on my blunts with all the windows up
car full with some b-tches who don’t give a f-ck
she got tattoos from the titties up
she got tatties on her titties hoe
she got tattoos from the titties up
she got tatties on her titties hoe
we ride together, we die together
we smoke together like a double barrel
basic b-tches lookin’ like they wish that they could ball out
[chorus]
skinny rich girl swag
skinny rich girl swag
skinny rich girl swag
skinny rich girl swag

[verse 2]
bad girl with a dream that’s dangerous
ain’t ever felt bad for a month
few hoes that i know all trippin’ out
like it’s that time of the month
she don’t flip birds cause her parrots talk
she don’t deal sh-t but your money gone
she got a sweet tooth for you p-ssies
put a gang of holes in your aero bars
baby, baby, baby, imma get your phone number tattooed
cause all them other b-tches hoverin’ like they in a public bathroom
we walk through h-ll together, they took the crosswalk
they not my dawgs cause our real dawgs do not talk
i got a heart but i never let her hold it
she all about the art on the walls in the hotel
i got a girl but i’ll probably never tell her
she already know and i know that hoes tell
she bad, she bad, she bad and all them girls doubt her
and the smart b-tches all trippin’ cause they jealous of her
[chorus]
skinny rich girl swag (she got tattoos from her titties up)
skinny rich girl swag (and she knows she’s not the same hoe)
skinny rich girl swag
skinny rich girl swag
skinny rich girl swag
skinny rich girl swag

[verse 3]
all my dawgs are condos, y’all in the doghouse
wavin’ around some glowsticks with your homies playin’ dance house
these uggos trippin’ on my girl like a lego
these sons are tryna bring her back to their dads house
sh-tty rappers, wannabes, the best you’ll be is nominees
i got a forest for my money trees and my girl just bought a hundred seeds
performin’, we out here
my garments; out next year
pretty white boy swag
and i don’t wait for sh-t to get here
got a stack on me, let’s turn
she a got an accent, from europe
she elegant like souffle, and her booty pounds, uk
we ride together, we die together
we drowin’ in liquor
basic b-tches lookin’ like they wish that they could replicate her
[chorus]
skinny rich girl swag
skinny rich girl swag
tattoos from the titties up and she knows she’s not the same hoe
skinny rich girl swag
skinny rich girl swag
tattoos from the titties up and she knows she’s not the same hoe

[bridge]
hey motherf-cker we out here
hey motherf-cker we out here
hey bad b-tches, not fat b-tches we all here and we ’bout ya
i call my haters pain, my girl is down to pull the trigger
i call it tylenol, she the paink!ller
whoop, what the f-ck are y’all gonna do?
i heard you got scratched, her finger is itchin’ and it’s pointed at you
ooh, we ride together, we die together
basic b-tches lookin’ like they wish that they could replicate her

[chorus]
skinny rich girl swag
skinny rich girl swag
skinny rich girl swag
she got tatties from the titties up
skinny rich girl swag
skinny rich girl swag
she know she’s not the same, yo
she got tattoos from the titties up
alright, mm
she ridin’ round the city with her b-tches, they don’t give a f-ck

[outro]
skinny rich girl swag, hoe

- tom macdonald

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