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  • Текст песни kreayshawn - Rich Whores

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    Oh my God, did you hear the new Gucci Mane album?
    I love Gucci Man! I love Kreayshawn! Let's get it bumpin' bumpin', yeah!

    [Hook:]
    This is for my hoes, hoes in the secondhand clothes
    Who use their dollar bill to put the powder in they nose
    I love my hoes, hoes in the secondhand clothes
    Who use their dollar bill to put the powder in they nose
    Rich whore, rich whore, spending at the thrift store
    Line it up, line it up, sniff more, sniff more!
    What up, bitch? I heard you go to Film
    What up, bitch? I see you dancin' with no rhythm
    What up, bitch? I know you like that gangsta rapper
    You'll prolly piss your pants if you ever seen the trap

    [Verse 1:]
    I fuckin' hated school but I love my Trapper Keeper
    That's where I kept my work, go ahead and ask my teacher
    I got pretty features, "Did you major in photography? "
    Well, I did, and fuck that noise, I'm a self-taught prodigy
    Honestly, I'm probably a bonafide problem child
    I was born with hella stees, you had to go buy your style
    Ginger Spice, Ginger Spice, hustle hard since Fisher Price
    You offer up a couple lines, I just hit that swisher twice
    Sporty Spice, Sporty Spice, hustle hard for forty nights
    Forty days, 40k, forty hoes, forty wives
    Forty fashion student who designing all my merchandise
    And she hella shallow, damn, she could be my perfect wife!

    [Hook]

    [Verse 2:]
    Broke house, poor house, crack house, trap house
    Art loft, sky freight, sky-high penthouse
    We in the downtown suite and the view is mayne
    A rapper talked about it so she had the system lame
    Her boyfriend's in an indie band and got a moustache
    The music's fuckin' lame, he lookin' like a muskrat
    Trust that, co-sign it, take it it to the bank
    You can put a pig in makeup but you can't disguise a skank
    I'm sharper than a shank in my marijuana stank
    My life is like a work of art, your canvas lookin' blank
    So add a little color, put some paint on your palette
    Because I fill them galleries, them painter hoes is mad at me!
    Line it up, sniff it! Chop it up, sniff it!

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