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Young Thug ft. Juice WRLD, Young Nudy – Rich Nigga Shit Lyrics

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[Intro: Young Thug, Young Nudy]

Juicy (Yo)

Nav-y

Yo Pi’erre, you wanna come out here? (Ayy)

[Chorus: Young Thug & Juice WRLD]

Rich nigga shit, calamari (Ow)

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 Nessly

I don’t play the radio, I’m not Gretzky

Chicken bock-bock like a nest king

I keep Wockhardt on my belly (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Young Thug & Juice WRLD]

I just spent your salary

Walked inside of the exhibit and bought the gallery (Uh, uh-huh)

I’m so wealthy, I done bought 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 lesbians (Uh-huh)

Like the TV show, I done next’ed (Uh)

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G-Star, pull your thorns out your carat

Bought my dawg a new kenel, it’s a palace

Hunnid fortune, and the winners wanna bash me (Slatt, slatt, slatt)

I rock minks when it ain’t December ’cause my diamonds

Women lie and men lie, but not this money (Bitch, bitch)

I’m a realer, call Coachella, tell ’em I’m comin’ 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 I’m, Julius Peppers

Rolls Royce truck, I’m bell up, goin’ for my brother

[Chorus: Young Thug & Juice WRLD]

Rich nigga shit, calamari

I done pump faked on a split, I’m so sorry

1996 Benz, Tyler Perry

1996 rims like Atari

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

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I keep Wockhardt on my belly (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Juice WRLD]

Back in ’em days, minimum wage

Now a nigga up, talkin’ too paid

Slide on a opp block with a Blu-Ray

Extended clip, we movie gang

Your boyfriend like, “Ooh, she came”

Went and took her anyway

Now he want his girl back

Fuck 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 popper, don’t fuck 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 fucked up when I hop out the Benz like Rambo, uh

Uh, shit, I made the devil dance

Leanin’ all over this song, don’t think I stand a chance

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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

[Chorus: Young Thug]

Rich nigga shit, calamari

I done pump faked on a split, I’m so sorry

1996 Benz, Tyler Perry

1996 rims like Atari

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


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