Lyrics:
kleinvee, alles hier vergaan
Nog sal ek juig en bly wees in my God
Hy is my hulp, Hy gee my krag
Hy laat my loop waar rats die ribbok gaan
Hy
I went from rags to riches
Now I got Fiji for water
Feel like it's lean in the water
Ain't nothin' clean in the water
Ain't nothin' clean in
chick, told the broad I got the bandwidth (Band with me)
Band with me, velvet du-rags on all kinda niggas (Du-rag)
Band with me like Al-Qaeda, they almost
She sucking and swallow
Them kids quick
She Turned up the club
Shit lit
I wen from Rags to riches
Now I'm trynna bag million
I went from Rags
Now he bleeding out the mouth
That Glock nine bullet repo shit
When I'm feeling I come up off this
My Profit rag to rich
Roddy
Step in Balenciaga
Put
an showing her tittys
And that nigga he ended up missing
I sent me a blitz, I ain't sending no disses
I came up from rags to riches
You can't take the heat get
rags to riches
Yea
Mm
I done hit the baddest women
I done blew a bag at Lenox
Yea Mm
I done blew a bag at Lenox
I done went from rags to riches
He
Good morning dreamers with a rag
A world you haven't seen
No community but a pillow town
Welcome to quarantine
I start the first day and safe
a flag
Wave a rag
Wave a flag
Wave a rag
Gyal a whine pon time and stop
Gyal a whine pon time and stop
Gyal a whine pon time and stop
Gyal a whine pon time
We went from rags to riches
Now We bragging different
We been on that upper echelon sht
We pass them niggas
They know my bag got bigger
Never been no
Too much niggas envy
Can't show dem no pitty
Spin around his block
Until we fuck around and get dizzy
I went from rags to riches
Now I walk with baddest
can't speak it back
If you shoot at us just know we shooting back
We went from rags to riches I put my soul on that
Yeah went from rags to riches yeah I
went from rags into riches
My money looking like digits
Go up by the minute
They hating they don't got a reason they looking like k.reid just winning
Still chasing the bag
The one the mandem never had
Cuz we came up to crowns from rags
Now its rags into riches
I tell jokes for them bitches
I might leave
From rags to riches
I was down in the ditches
I was down on my dick
I ain't have me no bitches
But I stayed superstitious
I Started getting lit then
And Everybody, Wins
"Here is some information about Tareebi Robinson"
I sit back on a throne like a prince countin′ racks
I made riches outta rags
on your thot and I know her dude (What? What?)
Gucci snakes (What? What?)
Uh, Prada bag
Number (N)ine
Red rag
(Yeah)
White gold (Whoa)
Piguet (What? What?)
to the riches I cannot forget it
I done came up from a whole lot of rags
Yeah Yeah a whole lot of rags
I learned how to turn it all into some racks
I'm cheesing
She on the rag and she fucking with me
Like damn girl what's with all the commotions
You think that you putting in most of the work
Like damn this ain't
station
Carnote still ain't paid I missed my last payment
Know I smoke a lot but this my last baby
How tf we gone be rich
With all these rags baby
Heart in
from the rags
So ain't nobody else I'd rather be with
Baecation so you better grab your bags
Baecation everyday another flag
Baecation went to riches
I'm trynna make it from rags to riches
No I don't got time for bitches
I got tired of being broke, I had to get off my ass like fuck it I gotta get
When I was a little girl, I had a rag doll
Only doll I've ever owned
Now I love you just the way I loved that rag doll
But only now my love has grown
has brainwashed all of us
There's no one to turn to
There's no one left to trust
There's no one
Left to trust
From rags to riches, that's the ultimate
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