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Axl (axl), axl (axl), axl (axl)

My wrist, that's a hunnid easy (hunnid)
Double c when you see my bitch
Hell nah, she bad, she don't wear no yeezys (bad)
Big bank so the money don't fold
I'm a young nigga, still trap or die like jeezy
All the bands on me, she a fan on me
Young nigga run a check out of dc
Popped a pill, automatic E.T
Bitch bad, she might get a new jeep (what?)
Make a twenty, turn it to a hunnid (woo)
Hit the plug, get the bands, run it
But a broke nigga ain't talkin' nothing (nothing)
Fell asleep in it, it was bussin'
Made a fifty double to a hunnid
Cut the bentley, put the forgis on it
Girl, throw it back like it was fronted
All these racks is all I ever wanted

Throw it back (throw it back)
She want a birkin but she can't get none of that (what?)
Ass fat, she want a rack, I told her to make it clap
Last night, I made a hunnid easy
I usually charge, but she could get a freebie
My last bitch, she said she didn't need me
Now she broke and bust it for the free-ski
Ooh, I done bought the Lamborghini (skrrt)
I be flexin' on 'em, know they see me
Pass that, told him to put up a fifty but he couldn't match that
Make a twenty, turn it to a hunnid (hunnid)
She don't wear no yeezy, is you dummy?
Drop a bullet, hit you in the tummy
Niggas love the cappin', but it's real me

My wrist, that's a hunnid easy (hunnid)
Double c when you see my bitch
Hell nah, she bad, she don't wear no yeezys (bad)
Big bank so the money don't fold
I'm a young nigga, still trap or die like jeezy
All the bands on me, she a fan on me
Young nigga run a check out of dc
Popped a pill, automatic e. T
Bitch bad, she might get a new jeep (what?)
Make a twenty, turn it to a hunnid (woo)
Hit the plug, get the bands, run it
But a broke nigga ain't talkin' nothing (nothing)
Fell asleep in it, it was bussin'
Made a fifty double to a hunnid
Cut the bentley, put the forgis on it
Girl, throw it back like it was fronted
All these racks is all I ever wanted (rich)

Rich The Kid - Letras

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