Dead Friends

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歌词

Dead Friends(Clean) - Rich The Kid

作词:D.Roger/D. McFarlane

作曲:D.Roger/D. McFarlane

You lil' man you lil' is little

Know what I'm sayin'

Big bosses big big boss CEO

You know what I'm sayin'

Take yo and some more you dig

Pour a four

Mustard on the beat ho

You little my check bigger check bigger

Can't flex flex can't bet witcha huh

Teach you how to be a boss boss

top dropped off skrrt

Mother the fame I done came

to the vault for what

All them dead friends dead

You a middleman what you a little man little huh

Your money gettin' shorter shorter

my from 'cross the water

Teach you how to count it yeah

all about it better boss up rich

Put my pride to the side side I could never lie

I don't care if you cry let them die

Ayy Bentley matte black skrrt ooh

different kind of fabric

CEO status huh all my savage what

You 'll change for fame fame

It's a sad game sad game

This the fast lane skrrt

Dug up money with the shovel shovel

I could bury the bundle

It's the Lamb yeah

What you been sayin' yeah

What you been sayin' yeah

Ooh it's the gang yeah gang

Yeah them chopsticks no lil' grra

You could get your wig split your wig split

Couple mil on that deal deal

I'm a boss my whole team countin' still rich

You little my check bigger check bigger

Can't flex flex can't bet witcha huh

Teach you how to be a boss boss

top dropped off skrrt

Mother the fame I done came

to the vault for what

All them dead friends dead

You a middleman what you a little man little huh

Your money gettin' shorter shorter

My from 'cross the water

Teach you how to count it yeah

all about it better boss up rich

Pull up with the drama drama

Better be movin' proper what

Better use a yoppa grra

We ain't playin' fair you a teddy bear teddy

My wrist too cold with Moncler

Talkin' the trap but you not there

On the bull bull that pullin' up quick quick

Like a forest so many sticks sticks

that's that tragic tragic

I got the baddest baddest yeah yeah yah

Yeah yeah quarter mil on my car

yeah quarter milli

Drippin' in Chanel that's a bar yeah that's a bar

Come to Rich Forever be a star yeah be a star

I got too much ice ice

I got I got too many problems

too much paper right rich

You little my check bigger check bigger

Can't flex flex can't bet witcha huh

Teach you how to be a boss boss

top dropped off skrrt

Mother the fame I done came

to the vault for what

All them dead friends dead

you a middleman what

You a little man little huh

Your money gettin' shorter shorter

my from 'cross the water

Teach you how to count it yeah

all about it better boss up rich

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