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juicy j & xavier wulf - rich 4 life lyrics

[intro: juicy j]
yeah

[chorus: juicy j]
forever i’m gettin’ this bread, forever i’m gettin’ this bread
connects like i’m in the feds, no x, be f_ckin’ with meds
the cops still want us dead, this glock, get one to head
forever i’m gettin’ this bread, forever i’m gettin’ it
forever i’m gettin’ this bread, forever i’m gettin’ this bread
connects like i’m in the feds, no x, be f_ckin’ with meds
the cops still want us dead, this glock, get one to head
forever i’m gettin’ this bread, forever i’m gettin’ it

[verse 1: juicy j]
gettin’ jumped, this sh_t too sweet, your paper loose leaf
i kept a pump and an uzi before you knew me
bullsh_t aside, my life a movie, this sh_t not new to me
chrisean rocks bustin’ out the face, this sh_t look blue to me
i never stop, i keep gettin’ this guap, i ain’t been home in weeks
that’s why the streets rockin’ with you tough, you on a song with me
these rappers played out, midas work_work minimum wage now
and i rolled my joint so fat, look like i’m burnin’ sage now
since the playground, i been havin’ these b_tches faced down
hit the road, comin’ back and forth, that b_tch a greyhound
that n_gga told, money on his top, now that’s the wave now
he broke the code, if you in a stand up, n_gga, you gotta get laid down
[chorus: juicy j, juicy j & xavier wulf]
forever i’m gettin’ this bread (yeah), forever i’m gettin’ this bread (yeah)
connects like i’m in the feds (mm_mm), no x, be f_ckin’ with meds (no)
the cops still want us dead (let go), this glock, get one to head
forever i’m gettin’ this bread, forever i’m gettin’ it
forever i’m gettin’ this bread, forever i’m gettin’ this bread
connects like i’m in the feds, no x, be f_ckin’ with meds
the cops still want us dead, this glock, get one to head
forever i’m gettin’ this bread, forever i’m gettin’ it

[verse 2: xavier wulf]
pull up and get it, i’m witty, we witty, my n_gga, let’s get it, i beat ’em for sure (hope, n_gga)
one in the head before i go hop in the bed, this 7.62 got a scope (hope)
hard on the b_tch, i’m go hard on the ho, gorilla pimp all that i know (hope)
stackin’ my bread, these p_ssy_ass n_ggas be scared, they know we up on the score (hope, n_gga)
hundreds and fifties on booty and titties, i’m lit in the city, i stand on a ho
i’ma keep lettin’ it go, forever and ever, this sh_t on the floor
she with the clique and no one know, we be linkin’ on the low
pop out the car, they took my coat, b_tch, i’m rich, that’s how sh_t go
pull up in spot, i got him, i had to go pop, i’m sick of the talkin’, but he finna stop (hope)
runnin’ from nothin’, this choppa be dumpin’, wherever i see him, then he gettin’ shot (hope)
stack it and flip it, i wanna see digits, my n_gga no kiddin’, put money on the top (hope, n_gga)
show me the check, i’m comin’ correct, blue hundred, pink fifties, my rubber band knot

- juicy j xavier wulf lyrics

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