Jay Critch – What You like Lyrics

[Intro: Jay Critch & Rich The Kid]
Hey
Lil’ bitch wanna
Every night
That’s alright
Got a
On the ice
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Hey (yuh)

[Chorus: Jay Critch & Rich The Kid]
She tryna get lit, lit a life (what)
Lil’ bitch wanna suck me every night (lil’ bitch)
That’s alright, lotta Henny on the ice (huh)
Pour the Sprite, red bottoms with the spikes (yuh, yuh)
Count blue chips, pull up in a Lamb, got a heist, I’m so high (skrr)
I’m so hood rich, we got weed and Xans, what you like? (what)
Cut the bullshit, she ain’t talkin’ bands, ain’t my type
Got a full clip, pull up on ’em blam, see the light (huh)

[Verse 1: Jay Critch & Rich The Kid]
Lotta jewelry on me, diamonds on me dance, see the light
Fuck the jury, free my niggas out the jam, only right (out the jam)
Got a toolie on me, heard they tryna plan on the ice
But I got tango with me now, I bet your man’s thinkin’ twice (grraow)
My new bitch lookin’ like Kim, though (Kim, though)
Diamonds they hittin’ like Kimbo (like Kimbo)
Pull up in the Saint Laurent shit (hey)
These niggas be talkin’, ain’t on shit (yeah)
These niggas be talkin’, they startin’ shit (no)
Got ice my neck like four degrees (like four degrees)
I got water my neck like Palm Springs (like Palm Springs)
I got all of the money, she notice me (she notice me, yuh)

[Chorus: Jay Critch & Rich The Kid]
She tryna get lit, lit a life (what)
Lil’ bitch wanna suck me every night (lil’ bitch)
That’s alright, lotta Henny on the ice (huh)
Pour the Sprite, red bottoms with the spikes (yuh, yuh)
Count blue chips, pull up in a Lamb, got a heist, I’m so high (skrr)
I’m so hood rich, we got weed and Xans, what you like? (what)
Cut the bullshit, she ain’t talkin’ bands, ain’t my type
Got a full clip, pull up on ’em blam, see the light (huh)

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
New freezer on my wrist, I bet she notice me (what)
That bitch actin’ too bougie but eat Applebee’s (stupid bitch)
Four rings, that’s a new crib (whoo)
Break a bitch like a twig (huh)
Yeah, I’ll smoke you like a cig (yuh)
BK to the bridge (yuh, yeah)
Pussy too good, make a boo (boo)
I got a Masi, a coupe (skrr)
Smokin’ strong like I’m Snoop (huh)
Eatin’ chicken noodle soup (yuh)
My bitch she wanted a Beamer (a Beamer)
You can’t ball from the bleachers (what)
Two seater with a eater (two sweater)
Jay Critch with the skeezers (whoo)
I need my money right now (right now)
Don’t want wanna fuck, get the mouth (ugh)
Gucci, lean, that’s a house (Gucci)
Too much money, can’t count (can’t count)
I had to shout out to Yeezy (Yeezy)
Fuckin’ your bitch in some Yeezys (what)
Too much money for a feature (huh)
Bitch too foreign, I don’t need her (bitch)

[Chorus: Jay Critch & Rich The Kid]
She tryna get lit, lit a life (what)
Lil’ bitch wanna suck me every night (lil’ bitch)
That’s alright, lotta Henny on the ice (huh)
Pour the Sprite, red bottoms with the spikes (yuh, yuh)
Count blue chips, pull up in a Lamb, got a heist, I’m so high (skrr)
I’m so hood rich, we got weed and Xans, what you like? (what)
Cut the bullshit, she ain’t talkin’ bands, ain’t my type
Got a full clip, pull up on ’em blam, see the light (huh)

[Outro]
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Did it again – Jay Critch feat. Rich the Kid lyrics

Lyrics Jay Critch – Did it again

Came up on some bands
Balmain the sweater, Truey the pants
He did it again
Damn I did it again, damn that boy shitted again
Juuging again, that boy juuging again
Did he just hit another lick? damn
Did he just run off with your shit? damn
Did he just pull up in a whip? damn
Did he just f*ck another b*tch? yup
And she just did one hundred tricks, damn
She a freaky lil b*tch
Smoking dope, hide the breeze out the whip
Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands
Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands.

Wear the Balmain like a Nike Tech
I be ballin’ like Mike and them
I got two TECs like I fight the ref
P*ssy boy know it’s on sight for him
Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands
Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands.

Wear the Balmain like a Nike Tech
I be ballin’ like Mike and them
I got two TECs like I fight the ref
P*ssy boy know it’s on sight for him
Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands
Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands.

I seen that cash from afar
I go to work for them bands, see the scars
My weed make you dance with the stars
Supersize my pockets, I’m living large
McQueen gold on the scarf
My shooters come out after dark
I been 730 from the start
It’s KD, yeah that young boy go hard
I came through it all in designer
These b*tches on me like piranhas
My b*tch a G, she’ll align ya
They like goddamn where you find her
Ass so fat gotta climb her
Ass so fat gotta climb her
I’ma f*ck that girl then go rewind her
I got hoes poppin’ up like reminders
Niggas folding up like a binder
Ain’t no holding up, I’m on fire
I be ballin’ out, 49ers
I be boolin’ out like recliners
We gon’ shoot it out when we find ya
I’ma stack it up like a diner
I’ma stack it up like the diner
No I stack it up like the waffle house
With this ho we got nothing to talk about
I’ma hit it then tell her to walk it out
I wanna talk to this guap when I’m talking now
All my niggas keep yops and we walk around
All my niggas talkin’ them digits
Baby I talk it, I live it
How he ballin’, girl he moving his pivot
Told Vic pull up with some b*tches
Got the Henny in my cup, got a couple lil sluts
They gon’ do it for the buzz
I know she gon’ give it up.

Came up on some bands
Balmain the sweater, Truey the pants
He did it again
Damn I did it again, damn that boy shitted again
Juuging again, that boy juuging again
Did he just hit another lick? damn
Did he just run off with your shit? damn
Did he just pull up in a whip? damn
Did he just f*ck another b*tch? yup
And she just did one hundred tricks, damn
She a freaky lil b*tch
Smoking dope, hide the breeze out the whip
B*tch I’m smoking weed in the six
Some of my niggas bloods, some of ‘em crips.

Wear the Balmain like a Nike check
I be ballin’ like Mike and them
I got two TECs like I fight the ref
P*ssy boy know it’s on sight for him
Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands
Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands.
B*tch I be ballin’ like Mike and them
Way too much Act, get a Sprite for him
F*ck her one time, bought the ho a Benz
I’m breaking her off, tell her bring her friends
F*ck up a check, I got plenty
You mad cause your pockets is empty
Brooklyn, pull up in a Bentley
She suckin’ me up and I bust on her titty
The roof went missing again
Racks on me, walk around with a ten
They hating on you, they don’t want you to win
Rich forever, we done did it again.

Came up on some bands
Balmain the sweater, Truey the pants
He did it again
Damn I did it again, damn that boy shitted again
Juuging again, that boy juuging again
Did he just hit another lick? damn
Did he just run off with your shit? damn
Did he just pull up in a whip? damn
Did he just f*ck another b*tch? yup
And she just did one hundred tricks, damn
She a freaky lil b*tch
Smoking dope, hide the breeze out the whip
b*tch I’m smoking weed in the six
Some of my niggas bloods, some of ‘em crips.

Wear the Balmain like a Nike check
I be ballin’ like Mike and them
I got two TECs like I fight the ref
Pussy boy know it’s on sight for him
Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands
Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bandsss.
Jay Critch lyrics
Video again

Famous Dex – So Mad (feat. Rich The Kid)

[Intro: Famous Dex]
Dexter, Dexter
Dexter, Dexter, Dexter
[?] me that bro, I mean
No, fuck it
Come here lil bitch sis
Wait, lil boy why you so mad?
Lil boy, why do you hate?
I get that money, I’m straight
I been kinda good too
Like I don’t care about a hater
You can say whatever you wanna say
Ah-Dexter!

[Hook: Famous Dex]
Ooh, why you so mad?
Wait watch ’em just hate
I get that money I’m straight
I’m running right to the cake
I just bought me a Wraith
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Fucking your bitch, I just bought her a bag
Ooh, why you so mad?
Wait watch ’em just hate
I get that money, I’m straight
I’m running right to the cake
I just bought me a Wraith
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Fucking your bitch, I just bought her a bag

[Verse 1: Famous Dex]
Ooh, why you so mad?
Fucked your lil bitch, I just bought her a bag
I ain’t even gotta brag
You can just tell by my bag
30 on me, yeah I’m glad
Run up on him, swear to god you a fag
I don’t even need a mask, I just run right to the cash
Fat bitch, she suck me right when that jet land
I’m feeling good, I’m like Batman
And you now I got my gang man
You run up on me you a dead man
Ooh, why you so mad?
Lil boy, why you still hate?
I get that money I’m straight
Fuck your lil bitch in her face
Wait, I bust in her face
Ooh ooh, why you so mad?
Boy why you so mad?
Ooh ooh, why you so mad?
Fuck your lil bitch, I bought her a bag

[Hook: Famous Dex]
Ooh, why you so mad?
Wait watch ’em just hate
I get that money I’m straight
I’m running right to the cake
I just bought me a Wraith
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Fucking your bitch, I just bought her a bag
Ooh, why you so mad?
Wait watch ’em just hate
I get that money, I’m straight
I’m running right to the cake
I just bought me a Wraith
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Fucking your bitch, I just bought her a bag

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Why you mad?
Bad bitch, fuck and bought her a bag
Young nigga had to get to the cash
Rich Forever, put that shit on the dash
I fucked that bitch in a new coupe
I might just make her my new boo
Wrestle her, flex her
I put that ho in a stretcher
Money on the table, got money on the floor
Sippin’ lean, pour a four in the jones
She suck me up, make her Uber home
Why you so mad I flex on these hoes?
Money machine, fuck around, broke
Me and Jay Critch run up an O
Dexter, Rich Forever, whippin’ a bowl
White bitch throw the dope in her nose
I had a bitch named Sandy
Rollie gold like a Grammy
Might blind your bitch, that’s a diamond wrist
Pull up in a Rari, no Camry

[Hook: Famous Dex]
Ooh, why you so mad?
Wait watch ’em just hate
I get that money I’m straight
I’m running right to the cake
I just bought me a Wraith
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Fucking your bitch, I just bought her a bag
Ooh, why you so mad?
Wait watch ’em just hate
I get that money, I’m straight
I’m running right to the cake
I just bought me a Wraith
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Fucking your bitch, I just bought her a bag

Rich The Kid & Famous Dex – So Mad

[Intro: Famous Dex]
Dexter, Dexter
Dexter, Dexter, Dexter
[?] me that bro, I mean
No, fuck it
Come here lil bitch sis
Wait, lil boy why you so mad?
Lil boy, why do you hate?
I get that money, I’m straight
I been kinda good too
Like I don’t care about a hater
You can say whatever you wanna say
Ah-Dexter!

[Hook: Famous Dex]
Ooh, why you so mad?
Wait watch ’em just hate
I get that money I’m straight
I’m running right to the cake
I just bought me a Wraith
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Fucking your bitch, I just bought her a bag
Ooh, why you so mad?
Wait watch ’em just hate
I get that money, I’m straight
I’m running right to the cake
I just bought me a Wraith
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Fucking your bitch, I just bought her a bag

[Verse 1: Famous Dex]
Ooh, why you so mad?
Fucked your lil bitch, I just bought her a bag
I ain’t even gotta brag
You can just tell by my bag
30 on me, yeah I’m glad
Run up on him, swear to god you a fag
I don’t even need a mask, I just run right to the cash
Fat bitch, she suck me right when that jet land
I’m feeling good, I’m like Batman
And you now I got my gang man
You run up on me you a dead man
Ooh, why you so mad?
Lil boy, why you still hate?
I get that money I’m straight
Fuck your lil bitch in her face
Wait, I bust in her face
Ooh ooh, why you so mad?
Boy why you so mad?
Ooh ooh, why you so mad?
Fuck your lil bitch, I bought her a bag

[Hook: Famous Dex]
Ooh, why you so mad?
Wait watch ’em just hate
I get that money I’m straight
I’m running right to the cake
I just bought me a Wraith
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Fucking your bitch, I just bought her a bag
Ooh, why you so mad?
Wait watch ’em just hate
I get that money, I’m straight
I’m running right to the cake
I just bought me a Wraith
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Fucking your bitch, I just bought her a bag

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Why you mad?
Bad bitch, fuck and bought her a bag
Young nigga had to get to the cash
Rich Forever, put that shit on the dash
I fucked that bitch in a new coupe
I might just make her my new boo
Wrestle her, flex her
I put that ho in a stretcher
Money on the table, got money on the floor
Sippin’ lean, pour a four in the jones
She suck me up, make her Uber home
Why you so mad I flex on these hoes?
Money machine, fuck around, broke
Me and Jay Critch run up an O
Dexter, Rich Forever, whippin’ a bowl
White bitch throw the dope in her nose
I had a bitch named Sandy
Rollie gold like a Grammy
Might blind your bitch, that’s a diamond wrist
Pull up in a Rari, no Camry

[Hook: Famous Dex]
Ooh, why you so mad?
Wait watch ’em just hate
I get that money I’m straight
I’m running right to the cake
I just bought me a Wraith
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Fucking your bitch, I just bought her a bag
Ooh, why you so mad?
Wait watch ’em just hate
I get that money, I’m straight
I’m running right to the cake
I just bought me a Wraith
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Fucking your bitch, I just bought her a bag

So mad – Famous Dex feat. Rich the Kid lyrics

Lyrics Famous Dex – So mad

Dexter, Dexter
Dexter, Dexter, Dexter
.. me that bro, I mean
No, f*ck it
Come here lil b*tch sis
Wait, lil boy why you so mad?
Lil boy, why do you hate?
I get that money, I’m straight
I been kinda good too
Like I don’t care about a hater
You can say whatever you wanna say
Ah-Dexter!

Ooooh, why you so mad?
Wait watch ’em just hate
I get that money I’m straight
I’m running right to the cake
I just bought me a Wraith
Ooh, why you so maaad?
Ooh, why you so maaad?
Ooh, why you so maaad?
f*cking your b*tch, I just bought her a bag
Ooh, why you so mad?
Wait watch ’em just hate
I get that money, I’m straight
I’m running right to the cake
I just bought me a Wraith
Ooh, why you so maaad?
Ooh, why you so maaad?
Ooh, why you so maaad?
f*cking your b*tch, I just bought her a bag.

Ooh, why you so maaad?
f*cked your lil b*tch, I just bought her a bag
I ain’t even gotta brag
You can just tell by my bag
30 on me, yeah I’m glad
Run up on him, swear to god you a fag
I don’t even need a mask, I just run right to the cash
Fat b*tch, she suck me right when that jet land
I’m feeling good, I’m like Batman
And you now I got my gang man
You run up on me you a dead man
Ooh, why you so mad?
Lil boy, why you still hate?
I get that money I’m straight
f*ck your lil b*tch in her face
Wait, I bust in her face
Ooh ooh, why you so maaad?
Boy why you so maaad?
Ooh ooh, why you so maaad?
f*ck your lil b*tch, I bought her a bag.

Ooh, why you so maaad?
Wait watch ’em just hate
I get that money I’m straight
I’m running right to the cake
I just bought me a Wraith
Ooh, why you so maaad?
Ooh, why you so maaad?
Ooh, why you so maaad?
f*cking your b*tch, I just bought her a bag
Ooh, why you so mad?
Wait watch ’em just hate
I get that money, I’m straight
I’m running right to the cake
I just bought me a Wraith
Ooh, why you so maaad?
Ooh, why you so maaad?
Ooh, why you so maaad?
f*cking your b*tch, I just bought her a bag.

Why you mad?
Bad b*tch, f*ck and bought her a bag
Young nigga had to get to the cash
Rich Forever, put that shit on the dash
I f*cked that b*tch in a new coupe
I might just make her my new boo
Wrestle her, flex her
I put that ho in a stretcher
Money on the table, got money on the floor
Sippin’ lean, pour a four in the jones
She suck me up, make her Uber home
Why you so mad I flex on these hoes?
Money machine, f*ck around, broke
Me and Jay Critch run up an O
Dexter, Rich Forever, whippin’ a bowl
White b*tch throw the dope in her nose
I had a b*tch named Sandy
Rollie gold like a Grammy
Might blind your b*tch, that’s a diamond wrist
Pull up in a Rari, no Camry.

Ooh, why you so mad?
Wait watch ’em just hate
I get that money I’m straight
I’m running right to the cake
I just bought me a Wraith
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
f*cking your b*tch, I just bought her a bag
Ooh, why you so mad?
Wait watch ’em just hate
I get that money, I’m straight
I’m running right to the cake
I just bought me a Wraith
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
f*cking your b*tch, I just bought her a baggg.
Famous Dex lyrics
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