Rich Holiday Sauce Walka
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[Hook]
Lil bitch gon’ drip for a rich nigga
Bounce that ass on the dick ‘cause we’re rich nigga
If you’re real bitch, you can bring some friends with ya
I ain’t playin’ with ya, I’ma get them bands with ya
Hey, hey, hey hey, rich nigga holiday
Rich nigga holiday, rich nigga holiday
I sip a pint a day, I pour a pint a day
We got to celebrate, rich nigga holiday
[Verse 1]
I just poured an eight of red for my dead homies
Thank the sauce that I ain’t dead or in the feds homie
Ain’t no tellin’ when a nigga gon’ go broke again
So I’ma stack the ciabatta like the italians, capiche
Pretty diamonds on my teeth, Buscemi on my feet
I just came off the beach with a white girl straight from Dawson’s Creek
You was married to a freak, now I got her on a leash
Man she played me all week, and we hardly even speak
I just hit her on the FaceTime, hell she was tired of the nice guy
She was tired of them same lies, she was tired of them fake smiles
I showed the bitch somethin’ better, I love my niggas forever
I’ma drip flavor forever, when you haters be something forever
[Hook]
Lil bitch gon’ drip for a rich nigga
Bounce that ass on the dick ‘cause we’re rich nigga
If you’re real bitch, you can bring some friends with ya
I ain’t playin’ with ya, I’ma get them bands with ya
Hey, hey, hey hey, rich nigga holiday
Rich nigga holiday, rich nigga holiday
I sip a pint a day, I pour a pint a day
We got to celebrate, rich nigga holiday
Lil bitch gon’ drip for a rich nigga
Bounce that ass on the dick ‘cause we’re rich nigga
If you’re real bitch, you can bring some friends with ya
I ain’t playin’ with ya, I’ma get them bands with ya
Hey, hey, hey hey, rich nigga holiday
Rich nigga holiday, rich nigga holiday
I sip a pint a day, I pour a pint a day
We got to celebrate, rich nigga holiday
[Verse 1]
I just poured an eight of red for my dead homies
Thank the sauce that I ain’t dead or in the feds homie
Ain’t no tellin’ when a nigga gon’ go broke again
So I’ma stack the ciabatta like the italians, capiche
Pretty diamonds on my teeth, Buscemi on my feet
I just came off the beach with a white girl straight from Dawson’s Creek
You was married to a freak, now I got her on a leash
Man she played me all week, and we hardly even speak
I just hit her on the FaceTime, hell she was tired of the nice guy
She was tired of them same lies, she was tired of them fake smiles
I showed the bitch somethin’ better, I love my niggas forever
I’ma drip flavor forever, when you haters be something forever
[Hook]
Lil bitch gon’ drip for a rich nigga
Bounce that ass on the dick ‘cause we’re rich nigga
If you’re real bitch, you can bring some friends with ya
I ain’t playin’ with ya, I’ma get them bands with ya
Hey, hey, hey hey, rich nigga holiday
Rich nigga holiday, rich nigga holiday
I sip a pint a day, I pour a pint a day
We got to celebrate, rich nigga holiday
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