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spider gang – get rich or die cryin كلمات اغاني

[intro: cxrpse & lil darkie]
spider gang
on my rich n_gga sh_t (ayy), rich n_gga sh_t (ayy)
rich n_gga sh_t, uh (ayy), rich n_gga, yeah (yeah, yeah)

[verse 1: cxrpse & lil darkie]
whole gang full of rich n_ggas, i don’t f_ck with b_tch n_ggas
if you ain’t rich, get the f_ck out of the crib n_gga (yeah)
ring_ring (h_llo?)
that’s somebody callin’
rich as f_ck, i’m ballin’
all up, we maulin’
on my rich n_gga sh_t, get off a rich n_gga d_ck
i’ma buy a new watch just to p_ss on a b_tch (yeah)
all these n_ggas hatin’ on a young n_gga comin’ up
see my bank account i run it up, go to functions and i f_ck it up
the labels say they’ll do this for some money, i said, “f_ck it”
get a rich n_gga big, count [?] said, “f_ck a budget”
everything that cost money, f_ck you n_gga, we done done it
no, i’m serious the label is really making us do this, please help us (ahhhh! yeah)
[verse 2: lil darkie]
rich n_gga (huh), oh, oh, oh, oh
i got money, i got drugs, i got opioids, n_gga
this here amount of cocaine is copious, n_gga
talkin’ sh_t ’bout rich n_ggas, glock open this n_gga (blah, blah)
you could get pocked with a stick (yeah)
all these rappin’ ass internet n_ggas is broke than a b_tch (punk ass n_ggas, ayy, huh, huh, huh)
they don’t even got material possessions
had to cut off h_lla n_ggas, tired of hearing your depression (depressed ass n_gga, ayy)
she shakin’ ass (uh_uh)
i can’t hear you broke n_ggas talkin’ off the gas
it’s too loud for me to pass, that’s an impossible task
spider gang get your b_tch wet so we can help her make a splash (ayy, ayy)
actually help, the label executives are holding us hostage please save u_ (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[verse 3: bruhmanegod]
i got h_lla hoes, man, i got h_lla bricks
p_ssy, if you ain’t rich get the f_ck up out the crib
i_i_i be in the crib with my baby bottle sippin’
tr_trill ass junkie off the juul still tippin’ (yeah)
playin’ with my money, i’ma leave your ass a victim (okay)
ice on my neck, sweat necklace [?]
beamy got everything was ever in existence (gucci)
all this sh_t i got, i’ma give it to my children
t_tequila and some coke, flyin’ out to méxico
i remember at the store, used to hit the texaco
i been flyin’ off a boat, so much cash i got a moat
i been sellin’ all this dope, i be getting all these bands
i been makin’ h_lla racks, i can finally wipe my ass
if a p_ssy talkin’ sh_t, i’ma put him in the grass
just a reminder, we got everything that exists, the label can’t control us, haha
[outro: bruhmanegod]
nah, but for real, like, we didn’t really understand what we were getting into with all this rap sh_t, you feel me? like, they really make us do sh_t, like, they keep us locked in f_cking cages, they f_cking hit us with cattle prods all f_cking night, i haven’t slept in six weeks, they abuse us, please!

- spider gang

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