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told richie we rich (percocet 5mg) - robb bank$ lyrics

[intro]
i got mdma, adderall, bromo, dragonfly, codeine, oxy’s
like, molly, i got some ibuprofen, asprin, i got flintstone gummies if you want
run that sh*t back
i just told richie that we rich, n*gga
yee, yee, yee, yee
all these b*tch n*ggas
yeah, yeah, yeah*yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah*yeah, yeah (what it is, n*gga)
yeah, yeah, yeah*yeah, yeah

[chorus]
top notch, b*tches love the speed racer
hot topic, b*tch i could not gage her
i never learned how not to be a player
yacht club, my hot tub filled with gators

[verse]
real florida baby, i’ma wake the neighbors
i told that b*tch get out my ride before i make her, yeah
i’m on kn*b hill road, in a scr*per
my freak gon’ slob up on my kn*b until her face hurt
i told richie we had accumulated millions
i got a bad yellow b*tch, lisa simpson
said “you a handsome devil,” lucky that you christian
can’t f*ck with fashion, then she got sac*religious
i’m the carter now, i’m way, way too official
femto starter kit for clones and my children
and that b*tch led you on, i’m shoppin’ in my [?]
my ex don’t f*ck me no more, said my d*ck vengeful (yeah)
[chorus]
top notch, b*tched love the speed racer
hot topic, b*tch i could not gage her
i never learned how not to be a player
yacht club, my hot tub filled with gators

[outro]
run that sh*t back
run that sh*t back (ahh)
i think i might be happy (rich gang)

- robb bank lyrics

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