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Corey Pritchett Jr
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Lyrics
Ah Let's Go
Rich Youngin turn me up
It ain't no need to turn me down
Know I'm sipping sizzurup
I do magic ima wizard
Yeah this ice shit a blizzard
She want that ecstasy
The only way she pop it off
She keep on stressing me
Just tell that bitch to knock it off
Know she a dime but I can't
Lie about it that bitch ain't my type
I know you peeped she for the streets
The way her head going right
What's in my cup
I'm sipping sizzurup
Do magic ima wizard
She know I keep it p
Ain gotta do to much to rizz her
These VVS in my ear
Gone give me chills off of this blizzard
Ain't to long for I'm rich
To spend a millie on this Richard
Turn a half into a whole
Get a check and do gymnastics
She get lit before she get me right
Just know this bitch an attic
I was up before I touch a M
The hood know I'm fanatic
I was lit before I made a name
You know my bitch the baddest
Be finessing taxing twenty one
I get off with the bubba
I might fuck you buy you what you want
Just know that I ion love you
I'll be lying if I ever chose
To tell a bitch I trust her
I been turnt up on these niggas
Since I came out of my mother
Keep it stiff up on these niggas
I'm a savage mfer jumped off the porch
And fucked around and made a living
In the gutta beast mode better known
For fucking niggas baby mamas
Ain tripping if this shit don't work
We loading up the tonka
She want that ecstasy
The only way she pop it off
She keep on stressing me
Just tell that bitch to knock it off
Know she a dime but I can't
Lie about it that bitch ain't my type
I know you peeped she for the streets
The way her head going right
What's in my cup
I'm sipping sizzurup
Do magic ima wizard
She know I keep it p
Ain gotta do to much to rizz her
These VVS in my ear
Gone give me chills off of this blizzard
Ain't to long for I'm rich
To spend a millie on this Richard
Ain't to long for I'm rich to spend
A hundred on this sky dweller
She know that when we fuck
She got to go and ain gotta tell her big dog
You might do it big but shit we do it better
Street Nigga
Still be in the trenches eating Red Devil
Pop out in my city
Niggas treat me like I'm famous
They keep playing with the gang
They gone get the city painted
Every Friday I got bankrolls
In my pockets look like Damien
Every time I tell her pull up
To the spot we get acquainted
I be rapping trapping I might
Win a Grammy selling bows
Touch a hundred went and blew that shit
On all designer clothes went legit
Them folks can't tell me shit
We steady throwing 4s pop a bean
I'm finna fuck all of her friends all in a row
She want that ecstasy
The only way she pop it off
She keep on stressing me
Just tell that bitch to knock it off
Know she a dime but I can't
Lie about it that bitch ain't my type
I know you peeped she for the streets
The way her head going right
What's in my cup
I'm sipping sizzurup
Do magic ima wizard
She know I keep it p
Ain gotta do to much to rizz her
These VVS in my ear
Gone give me chills off of this blizzard
Ain't to long for I'm rich
To spend a millie on this Richard
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