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Mar 29, 2018, (2018-03-29)

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Lyrics of dead friends by Rich The Kid Lyrics
[Intro]
Lil’ n----s mad, lil’ n----s be little
Big bosses big, big boss CEO s--t
You know what I’m saying? Good s--t, you dig?
Good s--t
Mustard on the beat, ho

[Hook/Chorus]
You little n----s “little n----s”, my check bigger “check bigger”
Can’t flex, n---a “flex”, can’t bet witcha “huh”
Teach you how to be a boss “boss”, top dropped off “skrrt”
M--------k the fame, I done came to the vault “what”
All them dead friends “dead”, you a middle man “what”
You a little man “little, huh”
Your money getting shorter “shorter”, my b---h from ‘cross the water “b---h”
Teach you how to count it “yeah”, all about it, better boss up “rich”


[Verse 1]
Shove my pride to the side “side”, I could never lie
I don’t care if you cry, let them p---y n----s die
Ayy, Bentley matte black “skrrt”, ooh, different kind of fabric
CEO status “huh”, all my n----s savage “what”
You n----s’ll change for fame “fame”, it’s a sad game “sad game”
This the fast lane “skrrt”
Dug up money with the shovel “shovel”, I could bury the bundle
It’s the Lamb, yeah, what you been saying, yeah? “What you been saying, yeah?”
Ooh, it’s the game, yeah “gang”, yeah them chopsticks no lil’ s--t “grra”
You could get your wig split “your wig split”
Couple mil on that deal, n---a “deal, n---a”
I’m a boss, my whole team counting still, n---a “rich”

[Hook/Chorus]
You little n----s “little n----s”, my check bigger “check bigger”
Can’t flex, n---a “flex”, can’t bet witcha “huh”
Teach you how to be a boss “boss”, top dropped off “skrrt”
M--------k the fame, I done came to the vault “what”
All them dead friends “dead”, you a middle man “what”
You a little man “little, huh”
Your money getting shorter “shorter”, my b---h from ‘cross the water “b---h”
Teach you how to count it “yeah”, all about it, better boss up “rich”


[Verse 2]
Pull up with the drama “drama”
Better be moving proper “what”
Better use a yoppa “grra”
We ain’t playing fair, you a teddy bear “teddy bear”
My wrist too cold with Moncler, talking the trap but you not there
On the b------t “b------t”, that pulling up quick “quick”, like a foreign so many sticks “sticks”
That’s that tragic s--t “tragic s--t”
I got the baddest b---h “baddest b---h”
Yeah, yeah “yeah”
Yeah, yeah, quarter mil on my car, yeah “quarter milli”
Dripping in Chanel, that’s a bar, yeah “that’s a bar”
Come to Rich Forever, be a star, yeah “be a star”
I got too much ice “ice”
I got
Too many broads, too much paper, right “rich”

[Hook/Chorus]
You little n----s “little n----s”, my check bigger “check bigger”
Can’t flex, n---a “flex”, can’t bet witcha “huh”
Teach you how to be a boss “boss”, top dropped off “skrrt”
M--------k the fame, I done came to the vault “what”
All them dead friends “dead”, you a middle man “what”
You a little man “little, huh”
Your money getting shorter “shorter”, my b---h from ‘cross the water “b---h”
Teach you how to count it “yeah”, all about it, better boss up “rich”

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