Bright Campa - Survival Season lyrics
[Bright Campa - Survival Season lyrics]
Every day gotta thank the lord (mmmm)
Rest in peace, to my homie Rich (rich)
Making money whoa, please praise the dead
Getting money, yeah (oh)
Now she wanna talk to me, no (more)
I don't wanna deal with the lies
Nah, Ima do my time
Every day making green (yee-yee)
Every day making green (yee-yee)
Five hundred on my name (ay ay)
Watch me getting paid
Every day gotta thank the lord (mmmm)
Every day gotta thank the lord (mmmm)
Rest in peace, to my homie Rich (rich)
Making money whoa, please praise the dead
Bitches lit-lit
(lit-lit, lit-lit-lit) on my dick (mm ay)
Making money very quick
Bitches lit-lit
(lit-lit, lit-lit-lit) on my dick (mm ay)
Making money very quick
(hey hey) Niggas making money
(hey hey) Niggas making money
Hey, hey
Every day, gotta thank the lord (mmmm)
Every day, gotta thank the lord (mmmm)
Rest in peace, to my homie Rich (rich)
Making money whoa, please praise the dead
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