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vivi, mori - ten (things ill say wen im rich) lyrics

[intro]
(thought i told you, and i really let go when i told you
really let go when i told you
and i never wanna know_ when i saw you, yuh
i’m way too cold
and that b_tch, and that b_tch too cold
so i stay ten toes on my feet, ten toes on my feet
ten toes on my feet)

[chorus]
next up, i need ten bad hoes
bands in my pants and i flex tenfold like woah
who gon’ buss it down, touch toes
when this sh_t too clean and my queen stay chose, i know
made me f_ck around like this
bands on my coat just to cover my wrist
land and i spoke like, what’s up little b_tch
who you gon’ try
when i shoot, i won’t miss

[verse 1]
buy me new shoes just to flex on my ex
psych
i cannot front for no checks
i do the most, i don’t need their respеct
i don’t spend bands just to add to my rep, i guess
who you know gon’ front likе that
he a lame, he a rat
i just added the math
(should we throw in a rack?)
throw in a rack
that is my vision of living in cash
i cannot write up no rap ’bout no rollie
’cause i don’t own it, it’s better off stolen
ice on my wrist and my heart ’cause it’s frozen
i couldn’t say if you lame or you posin’
she been my ether; she tasty but poison
flooded my dreams and i’m fiending for more than
only a couple of baddies in action
then flip the subtraction and add in my bags, b_tch
[chorus]
flex up, i need ten bad hoes
bands in my pants and i flex tenfold like woah
who gon’ buss it down, touch toes
when this sh_t too clean and my queen stay chose, i know
made me f_ck around like this
bands on my coat just to cover my wrist
land and i spoke like, what’s up little b_tch
who you gon’ try
when i shoot, i won’t miss
next up, i need ten bad hoes
bands in my pants and i flex tenfold like woah
who gon’ buss it down, touch toes
when this sh_t too clean and my queen stay chose, i know
made me f_ck around like this
bands on my coat just to cover my wrist
land and i spoke like, what’s up little b_tch
who you gon’ try
when i shoot, i won’t_

[outro]
(i don’t need their respect
they gon’ front like that
i just added the math
i’m gon’ throw in a rack
and i’m livin’ in cash)

- vivi mori lyrics

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