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Rich Gang - Givenchy lyrics

(Intro)
That rich gang lifestyle, marble floors
Gold tailors and chandelier
Big money, nigga
Take the jet, L.A. hit the biddy
Poolin' in the bondoe with a few bitches
And they go to ?
Drankin' that GTV
That tequila, smokin' em stunter blunts
Them big dawgs, nigga we neva hung ova
Poppin' bigger numbers with my niggas
Straight be-s only
Shout out to my luv, my blood, my team
My gang, my family, and nigga ya know what we be
Ya know what we for, 4305 ol' folk (all the time)
What's poppin', nigga?
That's the thang, put it in the L
It's that hard cell rich gang
RHQYMCNB get
B's with a few C's
PeeWee, what's poppin', nigga?
Bankroll mafia. Habeeza, what's brackin', nigga?

(Verse)
The pussy outta line, the pussy get they head bust
Ya dig? B-loc and Bentley, y'all know the business
It's beat slimmin', G5 (breaaah)
Rest in peace to Maura and Miss Gladys, boy
(Rich Gang, rich girl)

(Hook)
Givenchy my toes and my bros and my hoes
Givenchy my toes and my bros and my hoes
Fo' sure, fo' sure
Givenchy my toes and my bros and my hoes
Fo' sure, fo' sure
Givenchy my toes and my bros and my hoes
And it is fo' sure, it's fo' sure

(Post-Hook: Young Thug)
Tell em maylee would ya ride fo' a nigga
Would ya die fo' a nigga, bae?
Baby girl, would ya cry fo' yo nigga, babe
Would ya cry fo' yo nigga, babe?
Would ya cry fo' yo nigga, babe?
Aye, baby girl, whachya know, whachya know bout that?
Whachya know bout that? Ya don't know that
Baby girl, whachya know bout that, bout that
Whachya know bout that? Ya ain't know bout that
(She don't know it she don't know it)

(Verse: Thugga)
Work on the evenin' deadly
Aye, eat a candy now and leave
Wait, I ain't through everybody
(Rich Gang, ratch, ratch)
I'm always dyin'
I'm in fo' sumth' fo' side this stuntin'
Lemme put sum' right up under yo lips
Baby, I just wanna hit like Vera Buddens
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I know how ya wanna do it, let's have fun
I put my hot inside yo pocket, you can break kite
I told ya I love you to death, neva ditched you, not once
You my twin, you my twin, baby, let's stay together
You know you can neva ditch me, baby, you know betta
You know I look at ya like gold, you my future trophee
She know she got my heart, she say do it, I jaw like Tosey

(Verse 2)
Girl, don't stop, ya know I can't stop, right?
Baby don't press all that shit, ye know I'm on the block
When she pull up, she can't ? she can't stop
She ain't know what time it is until alarm clock stop
Spend 1000 on a front, no walk
And ye know I'm comin', boy, like no bars, no shop
Pullin' up a Glock (check)
Shop, I got J's on a favorite clipper watch
Billidibop, pull up soon em buck shots
And they watch me like a pocket paper box
Bitch, they wanna fuck me and they also on my top
Mama told me neva give tops outside the shop
Pull up on yo girl, I'm lurkin' like a cop
Pussy nigga playa my beat em like a watts(?)
Ayy, I'm the playa, that beat that black op
30's on the Chevy, my nigga, blunts in a box
Ya should know me in sharp shoes, plus all the focks
Split that money up in there waves like I'm an octopus
Only present won, my surprise, got out of college
All I be is real, my nigga, but I'm not stoppin'
Pull up to the set and I come and pay all my hunids
I bet I don't bleed and I pull up show y'all confirm this
Pussy nigga scared, they sayn I got em homage
Lil bitch, ya know I'm really thinkin' ?
(Rich Gang) I can neva (be you) I'm an animal
Ya know I got ?
If a nigga ever got robbed, bitch I'm the manager
And I got an African wee-weedo on camera due
Lil momma don't go keep it stompin', I want that cameltoe
Pull up to the set with em stitches, out bout some ammo shoot
Clear it through the front, then I go take it out the back tho
Hash in the bitch, don't mean I flex out fo' em racks tho
Woah

(Hook)
Givenchy my toes and my bros and my hoes
Don't act like you don't know when ya know that ya know, fo' real
Even when I lay it down, I'm keepin' it took
Fo' real, I swear to God when ya play with just one of these books
Ya kill me

(Post-Hook: Young Thug)
Tell em maylee would ya ride fo' a nigga
Would ya die fo' a nigga, bae?
Baby girl, would ya cry fo' yo nigga, babe
Would ya cry fo' yo nigga, babe?
Would ya cry fo' yo nigga, babe?
Aye, baby girl, whachya know, whachya know bout that?
Whachya know bout that? Ya don't know that
Baby girl, whachya know bout that, bout that
Whachya know bout that? Ya ain't know bout that
(She don't know it she don't know it)

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