เนื้อเพลง Rich N*gga Sh*t - Young Thug

[Hook:]
Rich N*gga Sh*t, pull up in that phantom
You know this the anthem, bleeding like a tampon
Rich n*gga sh*t, hundred in my linen
Bad b*tch is trailing me, on my way to Lenox
Rich n*gga sh*t [x4]

Rich n*gga sh*t
B*tches want to f*ck my dog, little tick
All these b*tches got BK, they f*ck in cliques
B*tches whispering in my ear saying she ain't gon snitch
B*tches say they want that south beach, LeBron
B*tches eating ounces of molly like its yums
B*tches bet my home [?] tongues
All these b*tches jump me and they don't give me no ones
You know I chop all of them b*tches up
40k throwed in the ocean, Pacfica
You cannot think that I'm sweet like no Cynnabun
I'm gonna redo your hair, like [?]
Thugger riding home, Thugger got the chrome
Thugger friends with Brodee, getting f*cked on the way home

[Hook]

Hundred K left, hundred K right
B*tches box for boxers, fright night I
Ain't from NYC, but I got bricks and had [?] for the cheese
I got b*tches want to jump on me
They say I never let their old man ME
F*ck em, never eat
Treat em like police
Every time I say I'm dodging em, another b*tch call, [?] charger
These p*ssy n*ggas finna bother him
These p*ssy n*ggas shouldn't have started him
And if Young Thug was food
Many b*tch n*ggas would order him
You know your girl want to order him
You know your auntie want to order him
You know your cousin want to order him
The other order want to order him
All white [?] suit like Eminem
All red [?], shoot like Suge and them

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