Spoil

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K Suave - Rap

Spoil

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[Chorus] Rich as fuck, bitch, I smell like money, countin' commas on commas on commas It's nighttime, but my chain still sunny, don't be starin', my niggas love drama Check coming in Racks, hoes coming in Uh, uh, where you been? Uh, uh, he got caught up in the mix, that's how he got hit, we ain't sparin' nobody She look like an angel when I'm off a molly My money long, only thing changed about me Ballin' on niggas, I ain't sorry Got two cellphones, I don't answer nobody I do more drugs than a college party White hoes walkin' 'round the crib like a Barbie White hoes match the same color as my whip [Verse 1] Got stein in my cup and it look like piss I be spoilin' my hoes, I ain't throwin' a fit I talk on a beat, I don't make music Gotta wake up and go get to it Gave you too many chances, you blew it On the road every day like I'm movin' On a winning streak, why you keep losing? Want the sauce, tryna see how I do it [Chorus] Rich as fuck, bitch, I smell like money, countin' commas on commas on commas It's nighttime, but my chain still sunny, don't be starin', my niggas love drama Check coming in Racks, hoes coming in Uh, uh, where you been? Uh, uh, he got caught up in the mix, that's how he got hit, we ain't sparin' nobody She look like an angel when I'm off a molly My money long, only thing changed about me Ballin' on niggas, I ain't sorry Got two cellphones, I don't answer nobody I do more drugs than a college party White hoes walkin' 'round the crib like a Barbie White hoes match the same color as my whip [Verse 2] I live a luxury life, love luxury shit I'm a CEO, baby, ain't hard to tell I want a good ticket, might sign a deal She hoppin' the fence, I'm like, "Welcome to Hell" I'm off of that drank, move around like a snail I heard that she sick, so I'm wishin' her well I'm climbin' my way to the top with no stairs Like it's 4th of July, I put smoke in the air He don't want no beef, he ain't 'bout it Baby hate on me, call her Ben Wallace Niggas worse than my hoes, they be talking I done gave you a road, but you lost it Tryna keep up with us, it's gon' cost you I got green in my pocket like Boston Workin' twenty-four hours exhausting I just poured up a pint, I ain't coughing Yeah [Chorus] Rich as fuck, bitch, I smell like money, countin' commas on commas on commas It's nighttime, but my chain still sunny, don't be starin', my niggas love drama Check coming in Racks, hoes coming in Uh, uh, where you been? Uh, uh, he got caught up in the mix, that's how he got hit, we ain't sparin' nobody She look like an angel when I'm off a molly My money long, only thing changed about me Ballin' on niggas, I ain't sorry Got two cellphones, I don't answer nobody I do more drugs than a college party White hoes walkin' 'round the crib like a Barbie White hoes match the same color as my whip

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  • K Suave