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Yung Bleu - Rich Killaz (Official Visualizer)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yung Bleu
Yung Bleu
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeremy Biddle
Jeremy Biddle
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
JDOnThaTrack
JDOnThaTrack
Producer
22 Cartel
Producer
Keylan Laxton
Keylan Laxton
Mixing Engineer
Josh Daigrepont
Josh Daigrepont
Assistant Mixing Engineer
João Duarte
João Duarte
Producer
Saaryan Norikovich
Saaryan Norikovich
Producer

Lyrics

JD on the track (on the track) Bunch of rich killers (killers) Ride around in 'Raris (skrrt) Doin' drive-bys in a drop top foreign We gon' make that Draco spit (spit) Make it go retarded I'm ten million in and I put that shit on God, said I'm lit Real trapper, tell you what it cost for a brick (brick) Cut the barrel off and I get off with a stick (yeah) Fuckin' with my brothers, I ain't fuckin' with no rappers (fuck 'em) These niggas ain't steppin' but we steppin' like some Kappas Told her, "Fuck me good, fuck me faster" (ooh) And I know you nasty but I'm nastier I just need a rider, I need a passenger (yeah) And love don't cost a thing when I'm around you Sexy lil' thing, I'm glad I found you I bet you he can't fuck you like I do (do) I bet you he can't love you like I do (do) When I ask you, "Do you love me?", say you do, say you do, ooh (Bunch of rich killers in my neighborhood) (Bunch of rich killers in my neighborhood) Bunch of rich killers, ride around in 'Raris Bunch of rich killers, ride around in 'Raris Just some rich killers, ride around in Lambo's Post up in the birds, and turned into a bando And I get plug love, it's more than I can handle I'm double clipped up like commando Niggas, they fans though Bunch of rich killers, ride around in Bourbon Two hours from New Orleans, got killers out on Bourbon It's blood on the carpet, I hit it with detergent I wish Angela Yee, can give me lip service I'm fuckin' with made men Play with that fire, play with that stick, just like a caveman Any nigga go against this shit, gotta be a brave man Trappin' out the Days Inn or the Red Roof Inn No mask, I can't let you live, tie them loose ends Bunch of rich killers (killers) Ride around in 'Rari's (skrrt) Doin' drive-bys in a drop top foreign We gon' make that Draco spit (spit) Make it go retarded I'm ten million in and I put that shit on God, said I'm lit Real trapper, tell you what it cost for a brick (brick) Cut the barrel off and I get off with a stick (yeah) Fuckin' with my brothers, I ain't fuckin' with no rappers (fuck 'em) These niggas ain't steppin' but we steppin' like some Kappas Told her, "Fuck me good, fuck me faster" (ooh) And I know you nasty but I'm nastier I just need a rider, I need a passenger (yeah) And love don't cost a thing when I'm around you Sexy lil' thing, I'm glad I found you I bet you he can't fuck you like I do (do) I bet you he can't love you like I do (do) When I ask you, "Do you love me?", say you do, say you do, ooh (Say you do, ooh) Say you do, ooh (say you do, ooh)
Writer(s): Teldrick Smith, Danil Klimov, Marat Saaryan, Tauren Strickland, Luca Steinkirchner, Chukwudi Obi, Jeremy Biddle, Kaya Salih, Joao Victor Alba Duarte Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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