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lirik lagu richer than my opps – icewear vezzo

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richer than my opps lyrics
[intro]
that sh*t perfect
(cashout, what it do do do?)
my jewelry perfect, hoe
b*tch, i’m perfect
iced up records, yeah

[pre*chorus]
made n*gga (yeah), made n*gga (yeah)
made n*gga (hmm), b*tch, i’m a made n*gga (hmm, ooh)
paid n*gga (yeah), made n*gga (what?)
paid n*gga (drank god), b*tch, i’m a made* (skrrt)

[chorus]
richer than my opps, richer than my opps (opps)
richer than my opps, richer than my opps, yeah (ooh)
richer than my opps, richer than my opps (drank god)
richer than my opps, push, ahh

[verse 1]
yeah, i was down bad, now it’s ‘cat 26s (yeah)
american bag, i’m scratchin’ and itchin’ (mhmm)
we rob n*gga’s traps, hoe, get back in the kitchen (get back in the kitchen)
thousand dollar stacks, some of my racks come with interest (drank god)
yeah, dirty thot b*tch, she suck lean of my d*ck (hoe)
i’m a pill poppin’ dawg, let me pee on yo’ lips (let me pee on yo’ lips)
f*ck on n*gga’s wife, you take that that ring off* (ooh)
said i f*ck on n*gga’s wife, you take that that ring off yo’ b*tch (ring of that b*tch)
drac’ shoot a lamb, drive a icey n*gga hand blinded (what?)
4gs, what the f*ck, thought he was fly now he a dead pilot (pop, pop)
maybach with promethazine, i just let me mans drive it
baby bottles overflowin’, f*ck it, sn*tch a 10 out it (i sn*tch a 10 out it)
[pre*chorus]
made n*gga (yeah), made n*gga (yeah)
made n*gga (hmm), b*tch, i’m a made n*gga (hmm, ooh)
paid n*gga (yeah), made n*gga (what?)
paid n*gga (drank god), b*tch, i’m a made* (skrrt)

[chorus]
richer than my opps, richer than my opps (for real)
richer than my opps, richer than my opps, yeah (opps)
richer than my opps, richer than my opps (ooh)
richer than my opps, push, ahh (drank god)

[verse 2]
rich n*gga, hoes ain’t get a dolla out me (nah)
cut that p*ssy n*gga lights off, it’s a power outage, n*gga (it’s a power outage)
vice around with water look like kalahari (bling)
call up will, he gon’ fry sh*t just like calamari (baow, baow)
bustdown in my pieces, i’m with steppers and the tweakers (yeah, yeah, yeah)
know some crips out in gardena and some bloods that be on beecher (beecher)
be tryna keep it peaceful but i paint sh*t, mona lisa (yeah)
freaky b*tch way out in clear spent three thousand on my sneakers (thousand on my sneakers)
bag full of beans, this b*tch overflowin’ (b*tch, what?)
take yo’ jewelry, we throw parties just like smoke promotions (yeah)
pop a tesla and pour a fo’ a potion (fo’ a potion)
got a b*tch in broward county, f*ck her on the ocean (f*ck her on the ocean, yeah)
[pre*chorus]
made n*gga (yeah), made n*gga (yeah)
made n*gga (hmm), b*tch, i’m a made n*gga (hmm, ooh)
paid n*gga (yeah), made n*gga (what?)
paid n*gga (drank god), b*tch, i’m a made* (skrrt)

[chorus]
richer than my opps, richer than my opps (for real)
richer than my opps, richer than my opps, yeah (opps)
richer than my opps, richer than my opps (ooh)
richer than my opps, push, ahh (what?)

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