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letra de rich off flakk - trigga500k

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[intro]
(just joe, you know?)
uh, uh

[verse]
ayy, tell them folks to bring the cameras out tonight, we finna make a movie
i can’t speak for them other n-ggas, but, bae, we gettin’ to it
you in your feelings ’bout that b-tch, she got you lookin’ stupid (dumb-ass n-gga, go get you some money, n-gga)
ayy, fifty thousand off blues, i’m finna make these n-ggas mad
n-ggas talkin’ ’bout what they used to have, still livin’ in the past
tryna tell me what i should’ve did, my cheese, shut the f-ck up (shut the f-ck up)
you worried ’bout the wrong thing, f-ck n-gga, get your bucks up
i ain’t gotta go get active, all them youngins, they slide for me
i ain’t gotta give ’em nothin’, i’ll make ’em slide for free
i ain’t finna be with no broke n-gga, nah, let’s go rap for rap
i throw both of my pockets, go get more in double bags
how the f-ck you a real n-gga politickin’ with a rat?
somebody call triple-a, they need help, these n-ggas flat (these n-ggas flat)
uh, yeah, all them n-ggas rat
somebody call triple-a, right now these n-ggas flat
uh, ayy, n-ggas ain’t got no money, n-ggas flat
never seen chicken
wanna know who made it happen, trappin’, that was me, n-gga
the type to pass the ball to my dog on a flea fl!cker
ran it up off flocka, i’m not no motherf-ckin’ weed dealer

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