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getrichzay – talkin’ bout كلمات اغاني

[intro: getrichzay]
but it if’s smoke, i’ll bring a hundred out, i’m on the money route, ayy
i’m on the money route, but if it’s smoke, i’ll bring a hundred out, ayy (quick and good, fam)

[chorus: getrichzay]
ayy, i don’t give f_ck what a n_gga talkin’ ’bout (ayy)
ayy, soon as we walk in, we gon’ walk ’em down (ayy)
had that arp stashed in my mama house (ayy, grrt)
i’m on the money route, but if it’s smoke, i’ll bring a hundred out (ayy, grrt)
soon as i step in, i have ’em runnin’ out (ayy)
so much money, n_gga, we ain’t runnin’ out (ayy)
you tryna rap beef for some f_ckin’ clout (ayy)
i send a boss n_gga to your auntie house (boom)
ayy, i put them 2sgs on a n_gga (gang)
nah, i put them 223s on a n_gga (ayy)
ayy, this ain’t no casual blunt that i smoke on, i put like three gs in a swisher (gas)
ayy, i know she f_ckin’ on gang ’cause she pullin’ heart eyes all up under our picturеs (what else?)
ayy, thesе n_ggas hate from them benches
them n_ggas never outside posted in them trenches (ayy)
[verse 1: getrichzay]
ayy, n_ggas just want some attention
i got my fire on me ’cause i feel like it’s tension (no cap)
ayy, i tape a n_gga for pitchin’ (ayy)
but i’m a fly n_gga, b_tch, i feel like a pigeon
ayy, pray to that money like it’s my religion
i got like two shooters in the kitchen (what else?)
i got like three shooters in the backyard, so don’t think you finna catch me slippin’ (ayy, ayy)
ayy, and i got so many different b_tches, i got ’em thinkin’ that a n_gga pimpin’ (ayy)
ayy, thirty_three shots in the glock like pippen
ayy, this b_tch hit, it ain’t doin’ no skip (boom)
this b_tch hit, it ain’t doin’ no jammin’ (brrt)
hop out blammin’ (blam)
i catch an opp, i’ma hop out whammin’ (yeah)
ayy, b_tch, i’m a gangster, real_deal bandit (yeah)
ayy, you ain’t a gangster, you can’t understand me (ayy)
high off a perc’, n_gga, ain’t no landin’
ayy, b_tch, i’m deep in that water like sandy
come do the slice in this sh_t like rémy
i let that chopper sing just like brandy (brrt)
i’m throwin’ bullets like i’m payton man’ (ayy)
beat up they block, n_gga, just like manny
i get to shootin’ sh_t just like danny (swish)

[chorus: getrichzay & setitoff]
ayy, i don’t give f_ck what a n_gga talkin’ ’bout (ayy)
ayy, soon as we walk in, we gon’ walk ’em down (ayy)
had that arp stashed in my mama house (ayy, grrt)
i’m on the money route, but if it’s smoke, i’ll bring a hundred out (ayy, grrt)
soon as i step in, i have ’em runnin’ out (ayy)
so much money, n_gga, we ain’t runnin’ out (ayy)
you tryna rap beef for some f_ckin’ clout (ayy)
i send a boss n_gga to your auntie house (boom)
ayy, i put them 2sgs on a n_gga (gang)
nah, i put them 223s on a n_gga (ayy)
ayy, this ain’t no casual blunt that i smoke on, i put like three gs in swisher (gas)
ayy, i know she f_ckin’ on gang ’cause she pullin’ heart eyes all up under our pictures (yeah, what else?)
ayy, these n_ggas hate from them benches (yeah)
them n_ggas never outside posted in them trenches (ha)
[verse 2: setitoff]
i put a ten on a n_gga head
so don’t be surprised when he come up dead
i’m the one hear from big bro with that yeah (shh)
it would be smoke if it wasn’t for his dreads (ayy)
you can’t hang with me if you ain’t caught a head
ayy, bo take gas, we put sh_t to bed (no cap)
ayy, put sh_t to sleep
i still want all the smoke, b_tch, pull up off the east
ayy, i’m in the mall, racks up, too deep
but you know big 3, i got the glock in the britch (boom)
i’m forever thuggin’, ain’t sh_t to the g (no)
n_gga reach for a chain, that’s when he rest in piece (uh)
ayy, that’s on gunna
still’ll pull up, broad day, drop a hundred
ayy, b_tch, add up three, nothin’ less than a hundred
ayy, i just put d_ck and your b_tch tryna run (go)
ayy, two hundred packs in this b_tch with them gunners (let’s go)
ayy, i’m in this b_tch with them gs, threes
whole lotta glocks, chops, arps (ayy)
whole lotta dead n_ggas, recipes (huh)
and i got like a dub up in my tee (no cap)
i ain’t tryna talk, b_tch, i’m off the lean
i’m tryna bust down off a beam
i’m tryna get bustdowns for the team
you know i want bodies, nothin’ in between
[chorus: getrichzay]
ayy, i don’t give f_ck what a n_gga talkin’ ’bout (ayy)
ayy, soon as we walk in, we gon’ walk ’em down (ayy)
had that arp stashed in my mama house (ayy, grrt)
i’m on the money route, but if it’s smoke, i’ll bring a hundred out (ayy, grrt)
soon as i step in, i have ’em runnin’ out (ayy)
so much money, n_gga, we ain’t runnin’ out (ayy)
you tryna rap beef for some f_ckin’ clout (ayy)
i send a boss n_gga to your auntie house (boom)
ayy, i put them 2sgs on a n_gga (gang)
nah, i put them 223s on a n_gga (ayy)
ayy, this ain’t no casual blunt that i smoke on, i put like three gs in a swisher (gas)
ayy, i know she f_ckin’ on gang ’cause she pullin’ heart eyes all up under our pictures (what else?)
ayy, these n_ggas hate from them benches
them n_ggas never outside posted in them trenches

[outro: bos flip]
ayy, ayy, y’all n_ggas ain’t never outside (ayy, ayy)
you comin’ for lil flip himself, man
ayy, ayy, f_ck the four, f_ck the o, f_ck the eight, n_gga
f_ck the, f_ck the seven, n_gga, f_ck ’em
f_ck ’em, long live fifty, b_tch
ayy, and we push up on anybody too, b_tch
and we don’t rap beef, n_gga, stop that sh_t, man
stop playin’, n_gga

- getrichzay

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