Relax Rich Amiri
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[Intro]
Keep it up, Sharkboy
[Chorus]
I gotta battle my woes, I don't got time for these hoes
I leave that bitch in the O, uh, she gonna give up her throat
Talk about bullshit whenever she hittin' my phone, I sent that bitch to the wall
I made a lil' quarter milli', I didn't even know, I couldn't picture me broke
I know they tryna get rid of me, uh, steady be tryna belittle me
Said I ain't love you, I meant that shit literally, yeah
Most of these niggas be killin' me
Said hе got money, he broke, arе you kidding me? Ayy
I don't think that lil' bitch feelin' me
Went too up, they plannin' on killin' me, yeah
You with me or not? Just riddle me that (Uh)
[Verse]
Toolie gon' hit him and go through his back (Back)
Leavin' him splat (Splat), totin' the GAT, then it's right back to the racks (Blatt, blatt)
Juggin' your sack, ask for it back, now that boy makin' me mad (Makin' me mad)
I'm finna fuck, not finna cuff, I know that bitch is a nat (Bitch is a nat)
.223 put him to sleep, just like he takin' a nap (Okay, let's go)
Brand new lease, got no keys, push it, I'm startin' the Jag' (I'm in that Jag')
Bro from the South and he a demon, I had to tell him relax (Tell him relax)
Runnin' his mouth, talkin' 'bout me, I put them boys on his ass (Okay, let's go)
Keep it up, Sharkboy
[Chorus]
I gotta battle my woes, I don't got time for these hoes
I leave that bitch in the O, uh, she gonna give up her throat
Talk about bullshit whenever she hittin' my phone, I sent that bitch to the wall
I made a lil' quarter milli', I didn't even know, I couldn't picture me broke
I know they tryna get rid of me, uh, steady be tryna belittle me
Said I ain't love you, I meant that shit literally, yeah
Most of these niggas be killin' me
Said hе got money, he broke, arе you kidding me? Ayy
I don't think that lil' bitch feelin' me
Went too up, they plannin' on killin' me, yeah
You with me or not? Just riddle me that (Uh)
[Verse]
Toolie gon' hit him and go through his back (Back)
Leavin' him splat (Splat), totin' the GAT, then it's right back to the racks (Blatt, blatt)
Juggin' your sack, ask for it back, now that boy makin' me mad (Makin' me mad)
I'm finna fuck, not finna cuff, I know that bitch is a nat (Bitch is a nat)
.223 put him to sleep, just like he takin' a nap (Okay, let's go)
Brand new lease, got no keys, push it, I'm startin' the Jag' (I'm in that Jag')
Bro from the South and he a demon, I had to tell him relax (Tell him relax)
Runnin' his mouth, talkin' 'bout me, I put them boys on his ass (Okay, let's go)
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