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LYRICFLUENTDead Friends Lyrics by Rich The Kid
Below, you will find the lyrics for Dead Friends by Rich The Kid.
You lil' niggas, man
Know what I'm sayin'?
Big bosses big, big boss, CEO shit
You know what I'm sayin'?
Take yo hoe and some more shit, you dig?
Pour a four, shit
Mustard on the beat, ho
You little niggas
My check bigger
Can't flex, nigga
Can't bet witcha
Teach you how to be a boss top dropped off
Motherfuck the fame, I done came to the vault
All them dead friends
You a middleman
You a little man
Your money getting shorter
My bitch from 'cross the water
Teach you how to count it all about it, better boss up
Put my pride to the side I could never lie
I don't care if you cry, let them pussy niggas die
Ayy, Bentley matte black ooh, different kind of fabric
CEO status all my niggas savage
You niggas'll change for fame
This a sad game
This the fast lane
Dug up money with the shovel I could bury the bundle
It's the Lamb', yeah
What you been sayin', yeah?
Ooh, it's the gang, yeah
Yeah them chopsticks no lil' shit
You could get your wig split
Couple mil on that deal, nigga
I'm a boss, my whole team countin' still, nigga
You little niggas
My check bigger
Can't flex, nigga
Can't bet witcha
Teach you how to be a boss top dropped off
Motherfuck the fame, I done came to the vault
All them dead friends
You a middleman
You a little man
Your money getting shorter
My bitch from 'cross the water
Teach you how to count it all about it, better boss up
Pull up with the drama
Better be movin' proper
Better use a yoppa
We ain't playin' fair, you a teddy bear
My wrist too cold with Moncler
Talkin' the trap but you not there
On the bullshit they pullin' up quick
Like a forest so many sticks
That's that tragic shit
I got the baddest bitch
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, quarter mil on my car, yeah
Drippin' in Chanel, that's a bar, yeah
Come to Rich Forever, be a star, yeah
I got too much ice
I got
Too many probs', too much paper, right
You little niggas my check bigger
Can't flex, nigga can't bet witcha
Teach you how to be a boss top dropped off
Motherfuck the fame, I done came to the vault
All them dead friends you a middleman
You a little man
Your money getting shorter
My bitch from 'cross the water
Teach you how to count it all about it, better boss up
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