Lirik New Tooth - Rich Brian

Lirik New Tooth - Rich Brian


yeah

it's a simple question, do you got it or not?
i been talkin' to god 'bout the garages for the crib that i still haven't bought
boat rockin', my thoughts goin' too fast
i'm not rational, i need the '42 on the rocks, wait, uh
i'm the ambassador, meanin' i gas up the land i came from
make it rain and the money lookin' like ransoms
and my brain always steady demandin' answers
i've been feeling like i'm fightin' with my thoughts
and the motherfucker benchin' a lot
punchin' the bag while he listenin' to "the box"
uh-uh, i'm 'bout to get my shit rocked
uh-uh, i need to call up my pops
i'm killin' the pain, i'm feelin' the change
i'm a villain to ones that wanna shit on my name
you better think twice about the moves that you make
when your heart is closed, man, the truth is erased

ayy, don't disturb, i'm in the booth, ayy
my neck shiny like my tooth, ayy
your bitch tryna reproduce, ayy
dms open, i'ma shoot, uh
don't disturb, i'm in the booth, ayy
my neck shiny like my tooth, ayy
your bitch tryna reproduce, ayy
dms open, i'ma-

i got options, lil' bitch, you do not know where i been
france, 7 am, i'm a fan of ménages
landed up in japan, fill my body with toxins
more of the reason to leave my inhibitions
i'm breathin' in tobacco smoke
i eat the roach and then i do my deepest stroke
i'm 'bout to run a mile on these bitches
i'm chiropractin' to crack smiles on these bitches
i'm twenty-one, tryna make nine, ten milly
i'm twenty-nine, crib 'bout size of the pentagon
just got the shoes as red as filet mignon
coochie got magic, i thought she was hermion
uh, i meant hermione, uh
switchin' environment, i'm feelin' uninspired
what's better, a sip of gin or findin' my soul and clarity?
i'm buryin' my sins, the blessing is all my evidence, ayy
i'm a business man without a business plan
racks on planet fitness, abracadabra
no, illuminati ain't the mantra, uh
i ain't fuckin' you unless it's tantric
gotta walk out slowly, i'm usually dramatic
i'ma raw dog life, i ain't doin' no habits
i'm a star from the start, they be callin' me patrick
in a white girl mouth like a giant tarantula

ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah
uh

i been dealin' with some wack-ass motherfuckers thinkin' they can backstab
make 'em feel the pain like i'm in jackass
hit it, i'm livin', i'm rippin' out the page
they been askin' where the raps at
i don't need the bread, i'ma give it to the fam
get the job done like taskrabbit
puff on the gas, i cannot find the passion
on my cash app every day lookin' at coins like
"what am i doin'?" like, "where do i go?"
man, i really gotta get the right dose
you really gotta come to my shows when this shit is open
rock the chanel like my name frank ocean
i dress well, you on that vlone shit
i'm payin' all the bills, though
money been multiplyin' like a nympho
do i really need a crib on the hills, though?
it's probably gon' be good for my mental
i pop out, man, i was a dropout
whip louder than the rappers arguing on clubhouse
i'ma throw the hands whenever i go on a run now
wanna start, but don't know when to do it like i'm bow wow
stop the hate, just walk away, lil' bitch
they gon' make it home and see the kids
i'm awake and i ain't duckin' now
peace and quiet shit runnin' out of style
ma callin' up like stay home
fuck the sessions that you got, tell 'em you can't make the drive
they sprayin' on a bad day
saw that damn quote, i don't know if i got 911 to dial
this shit done made me cry
man, this shit ain't civilized
i ain't born to die
i need to stay a while

i need to stay a while
i ain't born to die
Lirik Lagoon - Rich Brian

Lirik Lagoon - Rich Brian


i just took a test, it's sounding like my shit go stupid
lil bitch, i got like 10 percent more left on my to-do list
i rolled by with my old car, it's a coup, his name is lucas
mimosa with my old girl, frag grenade, that pussy boomin'
i took that flight and got a big bag, man this shit is so taxin'
i set goals then beat it like jackson
black on black, my shirt from pacsun
you not fye, your homie just gassin'
phone, going through my ig top request
these hoes trippin' like banana peels are raining up and down the road, ah
pussy bald like joe rogan
take her phone away
that bitch tryna get photos
driving me loco
tippin on 44s
back to the bathroom (ayyyy)
permanent racks
i'm getting my plaques
i'm paying the tax
your pocket is lighter so we'll never match
no square in my circle
no time for all that

i'm ridin' 'round the city with the mothafuckin' bros, yeah
driving till the sun is up, that's how it tends to go, yeah
whippin' cutlass, causing ruckus
but i'm on that visa
me not fucking with you boys
you actin' like a diva

i'm cuttin' that track and i'm rapping
and getting that bag but i'm missin' that terminal 3
i just quit the pack and the stoges
but if he want the smoke, he could get it like bella hadid
i don't do that violence but come at me crazy
i'll michael b jordan yo ass (i promise)
my biggest motivation is my dad and some kid saying that shit was trash
i count it, i count it, i count it
like i cannot sleep
and i'm counting the sheeps on my bed
i miss when the shit i was scared of was eating the seeds and the tree that would grow on my head
i ain't seen the fam in a couple of months
it's been 22 months that shit's almost 2 years
i promise that when i come back to jakarta
that y'all gon' be proud of the shit that i built
my neck is a mortgage
she got an iphone but don't got no storage
550k for the dp
the crib is 4 milli
i'm never gon' drive in no porsche
maybe a tes-la
ain't got no guns but the wheels automatic
not boutta drop no bands for no lambos
the shit is too fast just to sit in some traffic (ayy, bitch)
uh
how the fuck you hate and resent me for doing and trying my best, uh
i don't remember your birthday but i know my billing address, uh
que sera sera, lil bitch
maybe this life is not fun as you think
i never look at my phone when it ring

i'm ridin' 'round the city with the mothafuckin' bros, yeah
driving till the sun is up, that's how it tends to go, yeah
whippin' cutlass, causing ruckus
but i'm on that visa
me not fucking with you boys
you actin' like a diva
i'm ridin' 'round the city with the motherfuckin' bros, yeah
driving till the sun is up, that's how it tends to go, yeah
whippin' cutlass, causing ruckus
but i'm on that visa
me not fucking with you boys
you actin' like a diva
Lirik Getcho Mans - Rich Brian feat. Warren Hue

Lirik Getcho Mans - Rich Brian feat. Warren Hue


got the beat by powers and we just made a banger

uh
get your mans, if you switchin' up then tell me in advance
sticky hold ride hundreds on my fingertips
chain swangin', dunno where the metal is
pull up on a benz, she dance, got us some heaven pants
bitch we on a different rank, i am the veteran
bitch i quit my vans, lemme just do my dance
kill streak shit in the game, then it's just represent

mona lisa and picasso
balls on limp, i'm a child though
cultural vision on a 5-4
wave form, movie, idaho
came storm like it's x-men
fuck with me, you is dead man
in my pockets, deadman
and i leap like it's jumpman
coffees and the l-men
trophies, don't compare them
what's a grammy to a [?]
just send my grammy and the trophy
what's a gram to a fake bitch?
indonesian was a language
think i'm speakin' like a bad bitch
background in a whole different continent
how we got different ad-libs
how we got different mothers
how we got different cash
how we got different chances
how we got different culture
rollin' deep with my dawgs you would think it's a veterinary
i reached my goals by january
got the eyes of a tiger, katy perry
gettin' married to the game
little bitch, we're not the same
and that bitch pussy wet like, jolly dang
and that bitch done sold like 20k
and i'm jokin', roly poly with the zaza
sippin', drinkin', bitin' with the foie gras
you will need the barker when you buy buy
i don't got a problem with the hot girl
i'm the finished product, you the mark-up
quittin' the xanny, bitch, get yo' box up
youtube soldiers, get to the choppa
just woke up, i get to the cameras
you won't judge of rollin' impalas
i do not write i'm just telling my truth
when i get in the booth
i don't fuck with no judas
got random computers
got so many sons, i don't know where the booth is
if you do got the game like galaga, boot up
you feel like the goonies
but i'd rather sit on my face like a buddhist
you fuckin' with gucci that give me lil' cooties [?]
she give me the face
i fell in love in the middle of covid, she badder than addison rae
he might hit a post but the fraction always seven times and they never got paid
i told my girl, hit the neuron and zoom in uh she thinkin' of the parade
i took the family with trip in japan but the weeb inside [?] ways

uh
get your mans, if you switchin' up then tell me in advance
sticky hold ride hundreds on my fingertips
chain swangin', dunno where the metal is
pull up on a benz, she dance, got us some heaven pants
bitch we on a different rank, i am the veteran
bitch i quit my vans, lemme just do my dance
kill streak shit in the game, then it's just represent

woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah
me and warren 'bout to kill this shit
it is gettin' carried, get the crucifix
saw them 'boutta leave but i'm immune to leaves
saw the snakes, bitches got a piece side
rewind that shit, remind that bitch
[?] turned to ash to propaganda, bitch
i've been in the new background
24, tryna go clash and crash with me
i'm practically the most savage
the most braggadocious boy that you've ever seen
i'm on caffeine, the black jeans
in the whole brevity and slow additives
i'm sippin' tea, i'm livid
'cause i got the whole game to carry
i decide to carry
oh my god my nike, i'm mariah carey
got a check in december
miss shots like a sober man
hold 'em, join the mini military
miss the sign, you the sign of a dairy
i'm a bitch like halle berry
i'mma fish like "bitch, i'm pretty!"
goddamn i'm pretty, bitch
and i'm back in the juice
i don't play by no rules
i awaken the kyuubi
attack anything that are making a move
i don't make an excuse
before you walk in, take off your shoes, bitch
are you limp, boy?
sippin' on shoelace
i got blues but you so clueless
on my words, i acted in a movie, lil' bitch
i got blue bills, match your dances
blue jeans with a bad bitch
with a side of sushi
schoolboy gettin' excused [?] goofy
[?]
bitch, i got new keys in jacuzzi
keepin' it in the lowkey [?] movie
bitch, my battery, saw that uzi
keep your mask on, you smell like blue cheese, ay

uh
get your mans, if you switchin' up then tell me in advance
sticky hold ride hundreds on my fingertips
chain swangin', dunno where the metal is
pull up on a benz, she dance, got us some heaven pants
bitch we on a different rank, i am the veteran
bitch i quit my vans, lemme just do my dance
kill streak shit in the game, then it's just represent

Lirik Sunny - Rich Brian

Lirik Sunny - Rich Brian


going through some shit
yeah, ay, uh

feeling like my ignorance has been breaking apart, uh
somewhere between making m's and making my mark
stare at the ceiling, what is the purpose?
i'm praying my brain's the church
i'mma need to buy some detergent
my spirit got on some dirt
i'm twenty-two but feeling twenty-nine and twelve all at the same time
scrap with some demons for hours like anime fights
never tell my parents the truth
but the day i do, i can see their perspective
i just hope that they gon' understand mine
i got a crib now
i don't owe nobody for this work, so i just thank god
came across so many bottles filled with tears
the market is a place of fear
the shades they rock to cover up them pained eyes
chase success but hope i don't get too successful fame-wise, uh
fake honesty, you not my friend, you franchise
i don't want a life where privacy's a thing i can't find
yeah, they love the movie but they move on when the main dies
man, it's tragic
too many cameras, it'll get you manic
don't want the fame, i want some rest
this shit is thankless
i heard the rent's expensive up in calabasas
my plan today is get some head, and get my prayers answered
or maybe tail, coin toss
your energy ain't touching me
i'll rip your face off
been through a lot, i'm moving like i never take loss
i'll make a movie and my life's the story that it's based of
fuck around i eat some jollibee's
i love the grease and all the seasoning
i just want some peace
no enemies, but imma still compete
new apartment, got my keys
we fuckin' in the evening
apologies but i'mma body you in songs i'm featuring

you ain't gonna rap no more, no more
you gon' be a tiktoker dancer, no, no
you gon' be a filmmaker, when you meet scorcese he will say your movies all trash and so so (aaaahhh)

man this shit is soundin' painful
praising the lord, but i'm here to make satan look like an angel
with the wings and all like lemon pepper
ricky ross and drake
in any case, you know i'm in when i got them currencies to make
i got the cake
the heist is easy when you know the combination to the safe
this shit come easy to me
i just ask, he give it to me
i used to roll the paper now the paper rollin' in
man, i don't know what changed
but maybe i just started focusing
you don't like how i'm moving
'least i'm moving like a u-haul
i don't like parties in the hills
that shit is too far
they do more lines than tarantino movies
acting like they better than me
take your motherfucking prada boots off
less brain cells than a whip-it! can
sold a couple gildan shirts, tell the world he's a business man
your shoes are fake and your whip is rented
it's always sunny in indo'
and lately man i just need a tan