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hell - rich amiri lyrics

[intro]

all in nothing for real, for real
all in nothing for real, for real
all in nothing for real, for real

[chorus]
yeah, tell that p*ssy boy to tighten up
yeah, check yourself before you wreck yourself
yeah, record labels blowin’ on my phone
yeah, better come with at least a couple mil’
what i’m gon’ do with this money, i guess only time will tell
hit rick owens, it’s prada, louis, then i empty out the shelf
smashed a thottie’ on the counter and i had her crying for help
won’t go [?] tell that b*tch to go to hеll
goin’ straight up in that maybach, i don’t take a right or left
i don’t know that if she wanna f*ck anothеr i’ma let her
i’m seeing stars, that sh*t got me in a stellar
i heard it was smoke, call up twin , get that [?]

[verse]
put my phone down don’t expect a call back
i’m gettin’ thrown, thrown, thrown, out there [?]
i’m the man, i’m the sh*t, i’m the gold, i’m all that
my partner crazy in the field and he won’t never fall back
oh you saying you having fettuccine? n*gga stop the cap
stop the count, we know you don’t live like that
this that dover street dope, puffin’ on that oppa pack
put a price on the set, that’s gon’ be a body bag
if you to my hoe, keep her, i don’t even want her back
i’m on fully, fully, talkin’ ‘bout automatic
striper thottie’ in the telly, savage, [?] all the bags
movin’ funny you get cut, i need my partners all in this
[chorus]
yeah, tell that p*ssy boy to tighten up
yeah, check yourself before you wreck yourself
yeah, record labels blowin’ on my phone
yeah, better come with at least a couple mil’
what i’m gon’ do with this money, i guess only time will tell
hit rick owens, it’s prada, louis, then i empty out the shelf
smashed a thottie’ on the counter and i had her crying for help
won’t go [?] tell that b*tch to go to h*ll
goin’ straight up in that maybach, i don’t take a right or left
i don’t know that if she wanna f*ck another i’ma let her
i’m seeing stars, that sh*t got me in a stellar
i heard it was smoke, call up twin , get that [?]

[outro]
yeah, tell that p*ssy boy to tighten up
yeah, check yourself before you wreck yourself
yeah, record labels blowin’ on my phone
yeah, better come with at least a couple mil’
what i’m gon’ do with this money, i guess only time will tell
hit rick owens, it’s prada, louis, then i empty out the shelf
smashed a thottie’ on the counter and i had her crying for help
won’t go [?] tell that b*tch to go to h*ll

- rich amiri lyrics

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