Silk Boss – Dat Rich Lyrics

Silk Boss – Dat Rich Lyrics. Ye mon
Yuh si eh juggling?

[Verse 1] Glock seventeen criss (Chip)
Mi get dat fimi Christmas Gift
(Mhvmm)
Yow dawg dat rich
(Dat rich)
Try run up pon eh ice and si
Glock pon mi belly weh deh carry thirty-six
Wen yuh look pon eh back yuh si eh chip

[Chorus] Yow
Dawg dat rich
(Dat rich dat rich)
Dat rich dat rich (rich)
Yeaah

Bad gyal inna mi room pon mi d**k
Afta mi jus feel up eh clit
Yow dawg dat rich yeah

[Verse 2] MG dat a travel pon eh toll gyal a push mi c**ky up inna shi nose hole
Ice dem cold
Come from di North Pole
One inna yuh dome marrow splash
Pon eh floor
Yow A who dat a seh a him a shoota
Dem bwoy deh chat too much
Dem fi guh par wid Moota
(Shut up)
Mi rise eh Ruga and dem mio shoot ooofff..

(Repeat Chorus)

[Verse 3] Yeah
Air force
White like salt (like salt)
Couple bad b*tch up a mi yaad
(Come yah)
Money inna mi pocket fi di braff
Diss eh team and di Bamma deh guh off
(Brrp)
Pon eh road sport mode inna mi car
Two sixty deh pon eh dash
Ferragamo pon mi shorts
And mi skin white out like Chalk
Gun pon mi belly weh deh carry thirty-six
Diss eh link mi a fly yuh bat quick

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(Repeat Verse 2)

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