| God is the greatest but I’m hearin' Illuminati doing favors
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| 2 Chains, 6 watches
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| Hundred million 2 pockets (Uh) Double M
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| Ricky Renzel a.k.a Lemon Pepper
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| Been the biggest, still the biggest
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| A.k.a up in your baby mama, nigga
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| Beat up and battled the block
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| Came from not having a lot
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| Want my American pie
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| Rich like arrogant guy
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| Burn you, don’t play with the fire
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| Know you get buried alive
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| Can’t walk a day in these shoes
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| These don’t come in your size
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| You hot? |
| Apparently not
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| Woke up wearin' a watch
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| 2 Cuban links, trappin' like cheaters got various spots
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| From weed to powder powder to rock
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| Been havin' mask and gloves in my car
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| I take a shroom and stare at a star
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| Shit, I own this mother fucker, I’ll still stand on the ball
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| You always postin' cars and never post your home décor
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| Versace robe to the floor, the dead boat on the door
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| I pray for Italy, spent my honeymoon on the water
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| Got cribs in Cali and Florida
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| I love her so I support her
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| I got a scale and a zip lock, may I take your order?
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| The hustle in my aorta, I dodge another reporter
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| Before the pandemic still would’ve fought with Corona
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| That paper callin' I reply
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| Spent that money like the disease
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| Why my wrist cost a hundred G’s
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| I am on my B. I.
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| Young, rich and black (Bitch, uh)
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| Young, rich and black (Uh, uh)
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| Young, rich and black (Mmm)
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| Young, rich and black (Mmm)
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| Young, rich and black
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| Twin phantoms in the city, niggas know who really winnin'
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| Why you tell us what you spendin'? |
| 40 carats on my finger
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| Where I live at money linger, time to get another Beamer
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| I could count a million cash, at 3 mill my hands’ll tingle
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| Kilo after kilo, blow my winnings out in Reno
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| Candy out the Chevy, new motor, I got the beetle
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| Trappin' out of Tampa, Tom Brady face on a Cnote
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| Autograph my jersey, on Thursday’s the hoes get peed on
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| Bitches on the furlough, let her come back if she fertile
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| She just a surrogate, I told her name my son the BERTO
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| When you on the money team, you gotta hit 'em where you hurt 'em
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| Offers for my catalog, I guess its just the way I word 'em
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| Sentoia Brown back, I pray she livin' with a purpose
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| Contactin' Hermes overnight I had some Birkins
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| Playin' Polo out in Soho go for dolo on these verses
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| In the Phantom on the phone, I blow one, then I pull the curtain
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| That paper callin' I reply
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| Spent that money like the disease
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| Why my wrist cost a hundred G’s
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| I am on my B. I.
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| Young, rich and black (Bitch, uh)
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| Young, rich and black (Uh, uh)
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| Young, rich and black (Mmm)
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| Young, rich and black (Mmm)
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| Young, rich and black |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song YRB , by - 2 Chainz. Song from the album So Help Me God!, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп