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Rich Rocka - Kyrie Lyrics



Rich Rocka - Kyrie Lyrics
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[ Featuring deedotwill ]

Throw my gold on and burn sage through the bando
If a nigga play we gon' light candles
Real rich nigga in the tub changing channels
My bitch spent 50 dubs on sandals
Baby drake tearing shit up like a vandal
But I swear it wasn't us it's a scandal
Bro said he bout to turn niggas to examples
All our problems getting Kyrie handled
Problems handled like I'm Kyrie
Burning sage through the trap let the ancestors guide me
People change guess that's how it be
Flip for a opportunity to shine that ain't YB
Never will I sell my soul this shit expensive
Plotting on robbing the globe me and my princess
Smith and Wess 20 years old this shit vintage
AR came with a drone this my assistant
When my Op left to go home it felt like Christmas
But talk baseball on the phone them folks is listening
My boosting bitch got me some clothes she stay in Richmond
Her lil bro told me it's on he got them glicks in
Throw my gold on and burn sage through the bando
If a nigga play we gon' light candles
Real rich nigga in the tub changing channels
My bitch spent 50 dubs on sandals
Baby drake tearing shit up like a vandal
But I swear it wasn't us it's a scandal
Bro said he bout to turn niggas to examples
All our problems getting Kyrie handled
Big dog
Dirty money getting rinsed off
Got me stacking paper this tall
Get a sucka sent off
Niggas fake I'm against ya'll
For that new Rollie cut yo wrist off
Ask me if I hit raw
Shit naw
Tell me the truth
Nigga loving on that demon
You can tell he a goof
Tell my shooter come and get you
He gon' bring me the proof
Take yo head up off yo shoulders
He gon' bring me the proof
Call of duty
Nigga quit yappin' and let that stick talk
Damn bruh yo shooter got shot
Guess you got ripped off
Trust this
Cousin got murked I want my justice
Rolling up my e****** in fronto leaves and dutches
Throw my gold on and burn sage through the bando
If a nigga play we gon' light candles
Real rich nigga in the tub changing channels
My bitch spent 50 dubs on sandals
Baby drake tearing shit up like a vandal
But I swear it wasn't us it's a scandal
Bro said he bout to turn niggas to examples
All our problems getting Kyrie handled
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Throw my gold on and burn sage through the bando
If a nigga play we gon' light candles
Real rich nigga in the tub changing channels
My bitch spent 50 dubs on sandals
Baby drake tearing shit up like a vandal
But I swear it wasn't us it's a scandal
Bro said he bout to turn niggas to examples
All our problems getting Kyrie handled
Problems handled like I'm Kyrie
Burning sage through the trap let the ancestors guide me
People change guess that's how it be
Flip for a opportunity to shine that ain't YB
Never will I sell my soul this shit expensive
Plotting on robbing the globe me and my princess
Smith and Wess 20 years old this shit vintage
AR came with a drone this my assistant
When my Op left to go home it felt like Christmas
But talk baseball on the phone them folks is listening
My boosting bitch got me some clothes she stay in Richmond
Her lil bro told me it's on he got them glicks in
Throw my gold on and burn sage through the bando
If a nigga play we gon' light candles
Real rich nigga in the tub changing channels
My bitch spent 50 dubs on sandals
Baby drake tearing shit up like a vandal
But I swear it wasn't us it's a scandal
Bro said he bout to turn niggas to examples
All our problems getting Kyrie handled
Big dog
Dirty money getting rinsed off
Got me stacking paper this tall
Get a sucka sent off
Niggas fake I'm against ya'll
For that new Rollie cut yo wrist off
Ask me if I hit raw
Shit naw
Tell me the truth
Nigga loving on that demon
You can tell he a goof
Tell my shooter come and get you
He gon' bring me the proof
Take yo head up off yo shoulders
He gon' bring me the proof
Call of duty
Nigga quit yappin' and let that stick talk
Damn bruh yo shooter got shot
Guess you got ripped off
Trust this
Cousin got murked I want my justice
Rolling up my e****** in fronto leaves and dutches
Throw my gold on and burn sage through the bando
If a nigga play we gon' light candles
Real rich nigga in the tub changing channels
My bitch spent 50 dubs on sandals
Baby drake tearing shit up like a vandal
But I swear it wasn't us it's a scandal
Bro said he bout to turn niggas to examples
All our problems getting Kyrie handled
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Writer: william crawford
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Performed By: Rich Rocka
Featuring: deedotwill
Length: 3:03
Written by: william crawford

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