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Yeah, yeah, yeah, nigga, Richey I pop my shit and I do whatever Nobody gon' start shit (Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe, bow) Let that MAC fly, I get my turned-up bitch from my boy Doe Boy I'm Double R, they call me Richey Rich, ain't no Rolls Royce Spot my bitch from out the crowd yellin' my name, I know my hoe's voice Two bitch tryna sandwich me, tryna treat me like a poor boy Crackers came one door in, I don't even know shit I ain't even sold shit, I ain't sold no bricks My bitch tryna ask me 'bout my whereabouts, I ain't been with no bitch Even though I'm slime with G been on that ho shit [?], me, and RenKen, wе slime, nigga, that's 'bout four switch We all fucked thе same bitch, she done took 'bout four dicks Cut her off, she put me in her close friends, I ain't in no midst Had a mission set-up by the club, I'm lookin' like, "Where my ho went?" Like, damn, bae, you did me like that? I should've blocked your ass Set a rich nigga up, bitch, I would've bought a bag Yo' last nigga cappin' 'fore see Boston, I got all the cash Post three-hundred on the 'Gram, they be like, "Where his losses at?" Nigga, I can take some pain, only pain I lost a bag Nigga say he want some smoke, fuck 'round leave him coughin' bad Thuggin' on the block with the older nigga, that's where I got my swag Fucked her at my mama house, [?] Letras de canciones Let that MAC fly, I get my turned-up bitch from my boy Doe Boy I'm Double R, they call me Richey Rich, ain't no Rolls Royce Spot my bitch from out the crowd yellin' my name, I know my hoe's voice Two bitch tryna sandwich me, tryna treat me like a poor boy Crackers came one door in, I don't even know shit I ain't even sold shit, I ain't sold no bricks My bitch tryna ask me 'bout my whereabouts, I ain't been with no bitch Even though I'm slime with G been on that ho shit Got to keep my nina on me 'cause these niggas be on some poor shit Freestyle all my shit in the booth, nigga I never wrote shit Know I'm in that mode, when I hit a jigga, don't even post shit I be out her jiggin' weed, girl, and boy, and more shit Hit the store to buy some bags, foreign car, the low stick I ain't dappin' them niggas up, I don't even know jit Fuck the bitch from the Northside, from the back, I screamed out, "4 shit" Don't let her find out where you stay, that's how you get yo' door kicked Let that MAC fly, I get my turned-up bitch from my boy Doe Boy I'm Double R, they call me Richey Rich, ain't no Rolls Royce Spot my bitch from out the crowd yellin' my name, I know my hoe's voice Two bitch tryna sandwich me, tryna treat me like a poor boy Crackers came one door in, I don't even know shit I ain't even sold shit, I ain't sold no bricks My bitch tryna ask me 'bout my whereabouts, I ain't been with no bitch Even though I'm slime with G been on that ho shit From Letras Mania