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Rich The Kid x Blueface Type Beat "Bag" (Prod By Danny Phantom)
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Rich The Kid
Rich The Kid
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Young Thug
Young Thug
Вокал
Gunna
Gunna
Вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Jeffrey Williams
Jeffrey Williams
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Sergio Kitchens
Sergio Kitchens
Автор песен
Dimitri Roger
Dimitri Roger
Автор песен
Wesley Glass
Wesley Glass
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Wheezy Beats
Wheezy Beats
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Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Мастеринг-инженер

Слова

Wheezy outta here I got me some twins, identical (What?) I cannot crash the Bentley coupe (Skrrt) Count up the racks, it's nothing new The pussy on drip, tell her fall through (Fall through) Pinky ring, that's an igloo (Igloo) Stack the racks, the money tall as you (Woo, woo) Count a hundred when it's nothin' to do (Woo) Pussy on drip, tell her fall through I'm fuckin' this bitch on the bed (On God) I told her: proceed with the head (On God) I'm counting these racks on you speds (On God) I'm putting my shit on her legs (On God) I told the lil' bitch it's the kid (The kid) I told the lil' bitch I'm the best (Yeah) I came with the nine and the TEC (The nine) I'm keeping the photo of the bitch (Woo) I'm fuckin' with Rich 'cause I'm rich (Woo) I told her I'm keeping it rich" (Woo) Yeah, bitch, I cannot Afford you 'cause you a lil' thot-thot (Thot-thot) I came with two nines like I'm Rondo (Rondo) Then I hit the nine with the jackpot (jackpot) Yeah, I got the crockpot (I got the) Yeah, I'm smoking like magmas (I got, ooh) I got me some twins, identical (What?) I cannot crash the Bentley coupe (Skrrt) Count up the racks, it's nothing new The pussy on drip, tell her fall through (Fall through) Pinky ring, that's an igloo (Igloo) Stack the racks, the money tall as you (Woo, woo) Count a hundred when it's nothin' to do (Woo) Pussy on drip, tell her fall through I'm fuckin' this bitch on the bed (On God) I told her: proceed with the head (On God) I'm counting these racks on you speds (On God) I'm putting my shit on her legs (On God) I told the lil' bitch it's the kid (The kid) I told the lil' bitch I'm the best (Yeah) I came with the nine and the TEC (The nine) I'm keeping the photo of the bitch Pull off in that Lambo quick (Skrrt) Hundred racks and a TEC in this bitch (What?) Quarter mil' on my necklaces (Ice) Tell your bitch to stop texting me (Bitch) I've been living so reckless (So reckless) I done crashed the Bentley (Skrrt) But my pockets ain't empty (Ain't empty) Why are you flexing? It's rented (It's rented) I might do the whole dash, for sure (What?) The McLaren got suicide doors (Suicide doors) I'm paying cash, no lease (Lease) She keep the pussy on fleek (Fleek) She keep the Gucci on fleek (Gucci) I fuck her, it's nice to meet (Yeah) No, you can't get a bite to eat (Woo) Chase a check, I don't like to sleep (Rich) I got me some twins, identical (What?) I cannot crash the Bentley coupe (Skrrt) Count up the racks, it's nothing new The pussy on drip, tell her fall through (Fall through) Pinky ring, that's an igloo (Igloo) Stack the racks, the money tall as you (Woo, woo) Count a hundred when it's nothin' to do (Woo) Pussy on drip, tell her fall through I'm fuckin' this bitch on the bed (On God) I told her: proceed with the head (On God) I'm counting these racks on you speds (On God) I'm putting my shit on her legs (On God) I told the lil' bitch it's the kid (The kid) I told the lil' bitch I'm the best (Yeah) I came with the nine and the TEC (The nine) I'm keeping the photo of the bitch (Woo) You couldn't even afford a T-Rex (Nah) Got pointers in all the Rolex (Yeah) She swallow, that shit in her neck (Damn) I fuck her too good on the X (The X) Fuck the police who tryna arrest (Arrest) Tryna make a rich nigga stress (Stress) Yeah, I'm drippin' like sweat (Drippin' like sweat) Niggas ain't drippin' like that (Niggas ain't drippin' like that) Put 200K in the bag (The bag) Pull out the latest Maybach (Maybach) YSL ain't going out sad (Not going out sad) Yeah, we on the map (We on the map) Ride with the stick on my lap (The stick on my lap) These lames ain't giving me dap (Nah) You need to get rid of the cap (Rid of the cap) I got me some twins, identical (What?) I cannot crash the Bentley coupe (Skrrt) Count up the racks, it's nothing new The pussy on drip, tell her fall through (Fall through) Pinky ring, that's an igloo (Igloo) Stack the racks, the money tall as you (Woo, woo) Count a hundred when it's nothin' to do (Woo) Pussy on drip, tell her fall through I'm fuckin' this bitch on the bed (On God) I told her: proceed with the head" (On God) I'm counting these racks on you speds (On God) I'm putting my shit on her legs (On God) I told the lil' bitch it's the kid (The kid) I told the lil' bitch I'm the best (Yeah) I came with the nine and the TEC (The nine) I'm keeping the photo of the bitch (Woo)
Writer(s): Nayvadius Wilburn, Kevin Gomringer, Wesley Tyler Glass, Sergio Kitchens, Tim Gomringer, Jeffery Lamar Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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