• Title:Rich Nigga Shit (with Juice WRLD)
  • Artist:Young Thug;Juice WRLD
  • Album:Punk
  • KaraokeRate:1★
  • Languages:en
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    Juicy (Yo)
    Nav-y (Yo)
    Yo Pi'erre, wanna come out here? (Ayy)
    Rich nigga shit, calamari
    I done pump faked on a split, I'm so sorry
    1996 Benz, Tyler Perry
    1996 rims like Atari (Ayy, ayy)
    Brown diamonds on, bitch I'm Nestlé
    I don't play the radio, I'm not Gretzky
    Chicken bock, bock like a nest king
    I keep Wockhardt on my belly (Yeah)
    I just spent your salary
    Walked inside of the exhibit and bought the gallery (Uh, uh-huh)
    I'm so wet that y'all done balled out on my cavities (Uh-huh)
    Havin' sex with your old lady, I lost calories (Uh-huh)
    Rich shit, I'm playin' Louis ping pong with my bestie (Uh)
    Made a TV show with some lesbi's (Uh-huh)
    Like the TV show out of (?) (Uh)
    G-stop, pull your stones out your (?)
    Bought my dawg a new killer, it's a (?)
    All the fortunes and the winners wanna bash me (Slatt, slatt, slatt)
    I rock mix, but it ain't december 'cause my diamonds
    Women like men, (?) (Bitch, bitch)
    I'm a real car Coachella, tell 'em come in in Margiela
    I don't like her, I can't sweat her, I just come and keep it mellow
    I got ninety pills on me, like a, (?)
    Rolls Royce trucks I'm bell up, goin' for my brother
    1996 rims like Atari
    I keep Wockhardt on my belly (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
    Back in 'em days, minimum wage
    Now a nigga up talkin' to (?)
    Slide on a opp block, with a Blu-Ray
    Extended clip, we movie gang
    Your boyfriend like "Ooh, she cames"
    Went and took her anyway
    Now he want his girl back
    **** you, have a nice day (Yeah)
    Burberry on my coat
    If it's a problem, I'm pulling up ten four
    Walk in his house, smoke a nigga like endo
    Percocet poppin', I **** with the benzos
    Party in the brib, pick a line for the info
    Murder every nigga, murder every instrumental
    They not my kinfolk
    They finna get ****ed up when I hop out the Benz like Rambo, uh
    Shit, I made the devil dance
    Leanin' all over this song, don't think I stand a chance
    Separate my rights from my wrongs, to never be wrong again
    But I'm DJ Khaled with it all 'cause all I do is win
    Chicken bock, bock like a nest (?)
    I keep Wockhardt on my belly