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los – we rich كلمات اغاني

[intro: los]
ayy
(ooh, sav k!lled it)
n_gga
ayy
p_ssy_ass n_ggas, ain’t got no love for ’em (ayy)

[verse 1: los]
ayy, i couldn’t quit if i tried
i’m still puttin’ plays down, cuz sittin’ outside
n_gga thinkin’ it’s rap, i’m like f_ck it, that’s cool
i’m like where was n_ggas at when we had slabs in the booth?
now it’s five thou for a verse, i’m like pay me in cash
late nights cookin’ up, cut a baby in half
i’ll drop my nuts on a ho, kick the b_tch to the curb
i can pay for that p_ssy ’cause i get paid for my words
said the price triple up, lil’ two_hour drive

[verse 2: veeze]
i sell ’em whole pills, but they crushin’ ’em down
i done made it without trappin’, got my mama so proud
we started from the bottom, now we f_ck with vlive
that n_gga ain’t got no cake in the club
i ain’t playin’ with the opps, got a k in the club
you a p_ssy_ass n_gga, i ain’t fakin’ no love
i just slit your n_gga wrists, see the hate in his blood
we run through like a pint in a day
she told you i ain’t f_ck her, then she lied to your face
i made a hundred thousand with ray
you the type of n_gga happy, hundred dollars a day
[verse 3: rio da yung og & veeze]
i could drink a hundred pops in a day
spray the whip with thirty shots, he got shot in the face
used to ride around with vezz with some rocks and an eighth
now we ridin’ ’round in wraiths with a glock and a k
los took me to the daisy, it got crazy
seen ’em sell a white boy a tenth of fentanyl for eighty
i’m on fenton road cuttin’ a brick up in the bas_m_nt
got the pistol on me, leave a n_gga cold on the pavement
you wanna book me for a show? you gotta pay me
but that don’t mean i gotta go, you gotta make me
it ain’t ’bout what you bringin’ in, you gotta save it
veeze left his pop in here, i’m ’bout to taste it
take a n_gga cuban off his neck, walk away like, “thank you”
ten racks, i blew that at the set wearin’ palm angels
i got some boy jumpin’ off the chain, i can’t tame it, need a dog trainer
sh_t dark as h_ll like an african, the soft caucasian
three ‘bows of real pink runtz, i broke it down in all eighthies
we them n_ggas who got n_gga rich from servin’ all races
we been ballin’ just like michael vick, dodgin’ dog cases
wock’, red, green, i got all flavors
cut a n_gga with this brand new .223, it give bald tapers
i got some strong dog, tryna see if fentanyl take it

- los

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