Rich And Dangerous NoCap
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whole song:
(Get that bag, Getro)
[Pre-Chorus]
Deservin' what I got, I put in work for years
I
Wish my nigga would've passed away from natural causes
All I know is grab my ratchet every fuckin' mornin
L
Rich ass rapper, police think I got a fifty on 'em
All
Thеn, I'ma Go spin out a Bentley truck
Rich and dangerous (Yeah, yeah)
Rich and dangerous
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Can't give up, I'm ballin'
Whoever hang with him, we get him
We don't have a target
I
These niggas ain't felt no pain, these niggas just play hurt like a car wreck
At night, I pray to God, that he protect me from that cold cell
Remember I was posted on the wall just like a doorbell
Everything change, remember Duke was standin' right here
Pistol in my hand, it take too long to get to my hip
[Pre-Chorus]
Dyin' 'bout that money, you know hustlin' kills
Deservin' what I got, I put in work for years
I hope Fred know that I miss him, but, he never call me
Wish my nigga would've passed away from natural causes
Givin' up on bein' happy 'cause them Devils on me
All I know is grab my ratchet every fuckin' mornin'
Lambo' tires, they grip the street them bitches hop the corner
Rich ass rapper, police think I got a fifty on 'em
I see diamonds in your eye everytime that you cry, it says, "Why you so emotional?"
All that money couldn't save me, they make me mad enough
Then, I'ma Go spin out a Bentley truck
Rich and dangerous (Yeah, yeah)
Rich and dangerous (Yeah, yeah)
Rich and dangerous (Yeah, yeah)
Rich and dangerous (Yeah, yeah)
Rich and—
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
(Damn, Dior, this shit crazy)
whole song:
f G f G[Wstęp]
(Damn, Dior, this shit crazy)(Get that bag, Getro)
[Pre-Chorus]
fDyin' 'bout that money, you know hustlin' killsDeservin' what I got, I put in work for years
G I
f hope Fred know that I miss him, but, he never call meWish my nigga would've passed away from natural causes
G fGivin' up on bein' happy 'cause them Devils on meAll I know is grab my ratchet every fuckin' mornin
G'L
fambo' tires, they grip the street them bitches hop the cornerRich ass rapper, police think I got a fifty on 'em
G fI see diamonds in your eye everytime that you cry, it says, "Why you so emotional?"All
Gthat money cfouldn't save me, thеy make me mad enoughThеn, I'ma Go spin out a Bentley truck
G [Refren]
Rich and fdangerous (Yeah, yeah)Rich and dangerous (Yeah, yeah)
G Rich and dangerous
f (Yeah, yeah)Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
G [Zwrotka]
Shafwty can't leave, she's stalkin'Can't give up, I'm ballin'
Whoever hang with him, we get him
We don't have a target
G I
f been in LA, but all the trenches where my heart atThese niggas ain't felt no pain, these niggas just play hurt like a car wreck
G At night, I pray to God, that he protect me from that cold cell
Remember I was posted on the wall just like a doorbell
Everything change, remember Duke was standin' right here
Pistol in my hand, it take too long to get to my hip
[Pre-Chorus]
Dyin' 'bout that money, you know hustlin' kills
Deservin' what I got, I put in work for years
I hope Fred know that I miss him, but, he never call me
Wish my nigga would've passed away from natural causes
Givin' up on bein' happy 'cause them Devils on me
All I know is grab my ratchet every fuckin' mornin'
Lambo' tires, they grip the street them bitches hop the corner
Rich ass rapper, police think I got a fifty on 'em
I see diamonds in your eye everytime that you cry, it says, "Why you so emotional?"
All that money couldn't save me, they make me mad enough
Then, I'ma Go spin out a Bentley truck
[Refren]
Rich and dangerous (Yeah, yeah)Rich and dangerous (Yeah, yeah)
Rich and dangerous (Yeah, yeah)
Rich and dangerous (Yeah, yeah)
Rich and dangerous (Yeah, yeah)
Rich and—
[Zakończenie]
Yeah, yeah, yeahYeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
(Damn, Dior, this shit crazy)

