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letra de rich nigga shit (alternate) - young thug

[intro]
go brazy, go brazy, go brazy
hoodrich what up brother
go brazy, go motherfuckin’ brazy
thugger, thugger, finally
aye this that rich nigga shit metro, (sheesh)

[hook]
rich nigga shit, pull up in the phantom (skrt)
you know this the anthem, bleeding like a tampon (soowoo)
rich nigga shit, hundred in my linen (racks)
bad b-tches trailing me, on my way to lenox
this that rich nigga shit (aye)
nigga this that rich nigga shit (aye)
homie this is rich nigga shit, (squad)
i swear this is rich nigga shit
oh yeah, oh yeah

[verse 1]
rich nigga shit (sheesh)
b-tches want to fuck my dogs, little ticks
all these b-tches gotta be g-y, they fucking cliques
we not playing cops and robbers but they it
b-tches say they want that south beach, lebron
b-tches eating ounces of molly like its yums
these b-tches know they can’t have me they want my sons
these b-tches jumpin’ me in they don’t do no ones
hickory d-ckory dock
i’m on my way up to the top
i got four spots filled up with narcs
i carry that white like bubba sparxxx
my diamonds are dancin’, your diamonds look dark
i fire up that kush and they think that i fart
these niggas around you are shells like mario kart
they know that ya sweet, ya sweet like tarts

[hook]
rich nigga shit, pull up in the phantom (skrt)
you know this the anthem, bleeding like a tampon
rich nigga shit, hundred in my linen
bad b-tch is trailing me, on my way to lenox
this that rich nigga shit
nigga this that rich nigga shit
homie this is rich nigga shit yeah
i swear this is rich nigga shit
oh yeah, oh yeah

[verse 2]
brazy, go brazy, go brazy
i cook that dope up like easter, eggs (yes)
i hurt your heart, i catch her in the club and talk to her
young thugga get head in a tonka truck
before she take off she say buckle up, i’m like hold on baby
it’s hard to get mad at the man that you made me baby (haha)
man peewee longway in the audi going crazy
she catch it like oh my god throw it like tom brady
young thugger attracted to that green like a fucking navy
pussy nigga wanna diss, no jeans but he miss, me
i’m smokin’ on weed and she countin’ my cheese
sub zero lifestyle, fuck nigga freeze
i want them m’s, no mickey d’s
chris angel, tricks up my sleeve

[hook]
rich nigga shit, pull up in the phantom (skrt)
you know this the anthem, bleeding like a tampon
rich nigga shit, hundred in my linen (racks)
bad b-tch is trailing me, on my way to lenox
this that rich nigga shit
nigga this that rich nigga shit
homie this is rich nigga shit, yeah rich nigga shit
i swear this is rich nigga shit
oh yeah, oh yeah

- young thug

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