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letra de rich ugly mfs - yn jay

babyface ray:

yeah
it was all a dream
turned your back you ain’t say “pardon me”
thick dominican sound like cardi b
drunk an eight today, finna fall asleep
why you talking money? you ain’t getting money
track hawk speed (?) bendin corners, got me spillin muddy
my advice: get the b-tch from round from me if you really love her
saint mike x rich the kid collab cost a pair of buffies

chorus:
i ain’t never heard a rich n-gga ever bein ugly
i ain’t never heard a rich n-gga ever bein ugly
i ain’t never heard a rich n-gga ever bein ugly
cause a n-gga working day and night, feel like kid cudi

yn jay:
huuuuuuaaaaahhh
threw some water on my (hah) now my wrist flooded
ay, tony threw the oop, i be tim duncan
you ain’t wanna put in on the bag but wanna split something
at the bank they ask me how i want it, i want big hundreds
white boy want a zip of coochie runtz, charge him six hundred
it’s money on the floor, i can’t trip on it
getting money with my n-gga quan, that’s my rich homie
i just woke up in new york, it was a long night
i just fell asleep, i was high, it was a long flight
n-gga die for tryna be like dog, live ya own life
n-gga pulled up with some platinum j’s, he got the old mikes
bruh saran wrapped it 3 times he got he bo’s tight
pour a wock in the a&q in my coffee cup
if i put my ice on the ground it’s a hockey puck
b-tch you can’t come over my crib on that sloppy stuff
ion’t want you on my background, you can’t hype me up
told a b-tch, “find me on google. you can type me up.”
i ain’t ever used to go to school, they can’t write me up
chorus

babyface ray:

yeah
hold on
get the load then i start breakin like ozone
brain froze; my sh-t stuck on money, tryna get more
bust a nut, all my feelings left; told her get ghost
new glock got switches like a ‘64
papered up, them old heads call me big bro
head shots, i’m squeezin in a b-tch throat
spent $2760 just for this coat
my ??? told me he’ll break it down
try to snort it all up cause the sh-t dope
keep it real n-gga, i’d rather die, procrastinating, never try, and just live broke
so you tellin me: all this f-ckin money in the world lil boy, you don’t want none?
2 gs for the treads, i’ma rock them b-tches once then them hoes done

chorus

- yn jay

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