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点击下载歌曲：Rich As f-ck

[Lil Wayne]
Never talk to the cops, I dont speak pig latin
I turn the penny to a motherf-cking Janet Jackson
Tell the b*tches that be hatin I ain’t got no worries
I just wanna hit and run like I ain’t got insurances
Ho whats yo name whats yo sign, Zodiac Killer
All rats gotta die, even Master Splinter
Yeah Murder 187
I be killing them b*tches I hope all dogs go to heaven
And I got zanex, percocate, promethazine with codein
Call me Mr Sandman, Im selling all these hoes dreams
Got a white girl with big titties, flat *ss TV screen
I keep a bad b*tch call me the BB King
You know I got that mouth out her
And put that b*tch out like a house fire
Im killing these hoes like Michael Myers
I eat that cat just like a lion
And I can’t trust none of these n*ggas
Can’t trust none of these hoes
I see your girl when I want, I got that ho TiVo
Got a red *ss b*tch with a red *ss p-ssy
n*gga try me, that a dead *ss p-ssy
Cuz yall motherf-ckers so blind to the fact
To tell you the truth, I dont care who’s looking
All I know is I love my b*tch
That p-ssy feel just like heaven on earth
Six feet deep, d*ck shovel in dirt
R.I.P Rest In p-ssy
Light that sh*t then pass that sh*t
We gon get so smoked out
And then I went got locked up
Every night I dreamt I broke out
One Time for them p-ssy n*ggas
That’s that sh*t I dont like
We eating over here n*gga
f-ck aroung and have food fight
And that’s 2 Chainz..

[Hook: 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne] x2

Look at you
Now look at us
All my n*ggas look rich as f-ck
All my n*ggas look rich as f-ck
All my n*ggas look rich as f-ck

[Lil Wayne]
AK on my night stand, right next to the bible
But I swear with these 50 shots, I’ll shoot it out with 5-0
Pockets gettin too fat, no weight watchers no lipo
Money talks, bullsh*t walks on a motherf-cking tight rope
And I make that p-ssy tap out, I knock that p-ssy out cold
n*gga you get beat the crap out but that’s just how the dice roll
These hoes want that hose pipe
So I give all these hoes pipe
She get on that d*ck and stay on, all night like porch lights
Lets do it, f-ck talking
We out here we ballin
And Im spraying that on these rusty n*ggas like WD40
We f-cked up, we Truk’d up, no if ands or but f-cks
b*tch n*ggas go behind yo back like nun-chucks and that’s f-cked up
But my hoes down, my cups up, my n*ggas down for whatever
But these b*tches think they’re too fly well tell em hoes I pluck feathers
Im Tunechi, Young Tunechi, I wear Trukfit f-ck Gucci
She’s blowing kisses at me with her p-ssy lips, smooches
And that’s 2 Chainz…

[Hook] x2

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