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lirik lagu i smell rich – yn jay

[intro]
superoff*
naw you can’t
i already said it like
superofficial filmz
you better tap in right now
ahhh*

[verse]
asked a b*tch what i smell like, she said i smell rich
b*tch ask me what she smell like, i said, “i smell fish”
n*gga tried to slide on the opps with a kel*tec
riding round with snub*nose, on my snail sh*t
i be in the woods starting fires with some real sticks
fake ass lens on your bus with the real sticks
(bop, bop,) make*
yeah (bop, bop, bop)
make some ahh*
dang (bop, bop)
make some slide music on my drill sh*t
pop a n*gga every sixteen hours on my pill sh*t
ahhh*
f*ck
record labels keep calling my phonе, i’m on my deal sh*t
buy a feature you gеt one for free, i’m on my deal sh*t
n*gga, i’m the man with the iron on my steel sh*t
superman, but i can’t save these b*tches cause they still sh*t
left my little cousin at the crib because he steal sh*t
barbecue somebody at family reunion, on my grill sh*t
my b*tch won’t cheat on me, i’m not will smith
only got a couple hundred thousand, i ain’t real rich
i just bought a crib that’s out somewhere, i’m on some field sh*t
perform on your b*tch like a doctor, on my phil sh*t
b*tch told me i could grab her ass, i don’t feel sh*t
even if a n*gga constipated, i’ma still sh*t
ak*47 with banana, bout to peel sh*t
old school, lil boosie, webbie, on my trill sh*t
bouta make a b*tch cook my food, on my meal sh*t
i just stepped in some dog dookie, it was real sh*t
i know a n*gga spent all his money, he was still rich
i can’t even hit her at hotels, i be bed breaking
i can’t even hit her from the side, i be leg breaking
b*tch keep having *rg*sms, she be leg shaking
why the f*ck is you even around, you be dead weighting
hit you cross the head with a bottle got yo*
d*mn
hit you cross your dome with a bottle, got yo head shaking
riding round with a pencil sharpener, i be lead breaking
n*ggas i don’t know show me love but my man’s hating
(coochie sounds)
i can’t even speak in*
ooh, d*mn
i can’t even speak in coochie language, gotta translate it
i just asked a b*tch can i f*ck she said, “yeah,” but my n*gga wanna f*ck too, got my mans waiting
i just bought a crib in the fields, i be landscaping
you the typa n*gga hit the club and be dance breaking
d*mn
i mean break dancing
you won’t ever make it to the top cause you don’t take chances
all this f*cking ice on my body, why they stay glancing
b*tch we’re down the street from detroit, bro this ain’t lansing
jumped off a plane, but i’m good, cause i stay landing
i was making plays out in south dakota, but this ain’t brandon
you could pledge allegiance to the flag, but i ain’t standing
d*mn i had to wait for 22, but this ain’t madden
n*gga ain’t gone make it to the top cause he ain’t planning
i just hit a b*tch i barely know, but she ain’t random
four in the crush pineapple, boy this ain’t fanta
b*tch shaking ass for no money, she a fake dancer
i k!ll you off of one pump, bro this ain’t cancer
i just seen a dead man walking, bro this ain’t casper
n*gga tried to run from some bullets, bro you ain’t faster
b*tch think she cuter than her friend, b*tch you ain’t badder
he say he ain’t want her to himself, but you ain’t pass her
(i mean like, you coulda passed her)

- yn jay

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