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letra de rags to bxxches - ygtut

[chorus]
this sh-t sound like chandeliers, and screen doors
sh-t smell like good weed, that indo
i don’t know your name girl, i’ma need your info
or maybe we should slow it down, or speed up the tempo
this sh-t feel like cashmere, or a fur coat
i feel like money baby, i’ma let the world know
rags to riches, rags to b-tches
all of my n-gg-s ride 20 inch chrome
rags to riches, rags to b-tches
money calling, let me talk on the phone

[verse 1]
got me feeling flier than a drone
need the whole castle, you can keep the throne
me and my team did it for a check
fronting like you got it on your own
see, i’m just tryna get my cut while you just tryna make a scratch
i’m just tryna get it off, you just tryna make it back
i’ma do it like i’m s’pposed to
man these rappers got me throwed off
working, working so, so hard
p-ssy rapper boy you so soft
take it later like the repo
make her sing like she ceelo
let her rock me like she deebo
work the wheel while she deepthroat

[bridge]
uh, got her old school, put some new shoes on it
got her old school, put some new shoes on it
got her old school, put some new shoes on it
got her old school, put some new shoes on it
swerve on ’em
yeah, got her old school, put some new shoes on it
got her old school, put some new shoes on it
got her old school, put some new shoes on it
got her old school, put some new shoes on it

[verse 2]
we went from, rags to b-tches
see all my scars and my st-tches?
suit and tie ’cause we handling business
hotter than the eye on high in your kitchen
keep it so real, while you talking that fiction
i deserve everything that i earned
remember back when we just had a little
back when y’all thought it was just sh-ts and giggles
the sh-t is too simple, i’m back on my way up
even got enough dough just for incidentals
feeling h-lla proper, walked in this b-tch looking like a mobster
what can i say? you made me a monster
if [?] eat a rattlesnake pasta
i don’t talk to a serpent, ’cause serpents don’t know sh-t
i noticed, now notice the focus i’ve grown with
we went from

[outro]
rags to b-tches
i promise the grinding be endless
hanging ’round the baddest b-tches
if that ho start catching feelings
i’ma swerve on ’em
got her old school, put some new shoes on it
boomshakalaka, girl you better call the doctor
’cause i’m breaking ho’s hearts, a lot of money in my pocket

- ygtut

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