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Video Karaoke Liedje Rich Flex - Drake & 21 Savage

Deze opname is een cover van Rich Flex beroemd gemaakt door Drake

Inbegrepen indelingen:

CDG (MP3+G)
MP4
KFN
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Het bestandsformaat CDG (ook wel genoemd CD+G or MP3+G) is geschikt voor de meeste karaokemachines. Het bevat een MP3-bestand plus de gesynchroniseerde tekst (Karaoke Versie verkoopt geen cd's, maar uitsluitend de digitale bestanden).

Het is mogelijk om zomaar MP4 bestanden op MAC OS X en Windows7 bij default af te spelen.
Als u Windows XP of Vista gebruikt, moet u gebruik maken van Windows Media Player 12.

Dit bestandsformaat is geschikt voor KaraFun Windows Player, gratis karaokesoftware. Daarmee kune je de achtergrondzang of de hoofdzang aan of uit zetten of de toonhoogte of het tempo bepalen.

Je aankoop maakt het mogelijk de video in alle formaten te downloaden zo vaak je wilt.

Over

Met achtergrondkoor (met of zonder achtergrondzang in de KFN-versie)

Tempo: variabel (rond 78 BPM)

Op dezelfde toonhoogte als het origineel: Am, Fa♯m

Tijdsduur: 04:01 - Preview aan: 01:41

EXPLICIETE TEKSTEN

Release datum: 2022
Genres: Rap & Hip-Hop, Engels
Originele schrijver: Shayaa Bin Abraham-joseph, Anderson Hernandez, Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Jahmal Gwin, Anthony Germaine White, Bobby Dewayne Jr Session, Megan Thee Stallion, Michael John Mule, Gladys Hayes, T.I., Isaac John D De Boni, DJ Toomp, Charles Bernstein

Alle beschikbare bestanden voor download zijn backing tracks, het is niet de originele muziek.

Lyrics Rich Flex

Go buy a zip of weed, hit the club
Pay for about ten niggas to get in
We crunk, lit, in this bitch, yeah
Know we walk around the world
Steppin', not givin' a damn 'bout where our feet land at
Yeah
Get your ass mushed smooshed
Yeah, twenty-one the biggest
Put a nigga in the chicken wing pussy
Twenty-one can you do somethin' for me
Can you hit a little rich flex for me
Twenty-one can you do somethin' for me
Drop some bars to my pussy ex for me
Then Twenty-one can you do somethin' for me
Can you talk to the opps necks for me
Twenty-one do your thing, Twenty-one do your thing
Do your thing, Twenty-one
Yellow diamonds in the watch this shit cost a lot do your thing
Never send a bitch your dot that's how you get shot
I DM in Vanish Mode
I do that shit a lot
Took her panties off and this bitch thicker than the plot
All my exes ain't nothin' them hoes busted
If my opps ain't rappin' they ass duckin'
You ain't ready to pull the trigger don't clutch it
I know you on your period baby can you suck it
I'm a savage
Smack her booty in Magic
I'll slap a pussy nigga with a ratchet
I might slap a tracker on his whip and get the addy
Don't call me on Christmas Eve bitch, call your daddy
Bitch, call your uncle bitch, don't call me
Always in my ear your ho a flea
Why my opps be posting guns and only use they feet
Paid like an athlete, I got
All you hoes, all of you hoes need to remember who y'all talkin' to
It's a Slaughter Gang CEO
I got dick for you if I'm not workin', girl
If I'm busy then fuck no
You need to find you someone else to call
When your bank account get low you need to find you someone
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I'm on that Slaughter Gang shit ayy, murder gang shit
Ayy, Slaughter Gang shit ayy, murder gang shit
Ayy, sticks and stones chrome on chrome
That's just what a nigga on
Internet clones, got 'em kissin' through the phone
Pussies cliquin' up so they don't feel alone, ayy
Nan' nigga seein' me
I'm Young Money CMB
I used to roll with CMG the house is not a BNB
The bad bitches waitin' on a nigga like I'm PND
I'm steady pushin' P you niggas pushing PTSD
I told her ass to kiss me in the club, fuck a TMZ
I used to want a GMC when Woe was doing BNE
We revvin' up and goin' on a run like we DMC
I layup with her for a couple days, then its BRB
You rappers love askin' if I fucked when you know we did when you know we did
She came in heels but she left out on her cozy shit
Ayy, I'm livin' every twenty-four like Kobe did
Shoutout to the Sixth
R.I.P to Eight
Swear this shit is gettin' ate
I'm on ten for the cake
Get a lot of love from twelve but I don't reciprocate
Fifty-one division stay patrollin' when it's late
Twenty-one my addy so the knife is on the gate
All the dawgs eatin' off a Baccarat plate
Niggas see Drake and they underestimate
Take it from a vet', that's a rookie ass mistake, ayy
Ah, what, what, what
Slaughter Gang shit ayy, murder gang shit
Ayy, Slaughter Gang shit ayy, murder gang shit
Ayy, Slaughter Gang shit ayy, murder gang shit
Oh God
Boy, look, you the motherfuckin' man, boy, you
Ooh, you is the man you hear me

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