Lirik Lagu Who That Be - Rich Chigga
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Yo bitch on me but you can never do nothingCause yo momma raised a pussyEverytime I walk to the drop top, can't help butClose my eyes cause my whip so glossyGod damn bitch, I don't smoke no gasI don't pop no Xans hella cakeI just need that ass don't worry bout no mansLook at me, look at he, you don't wanna fuck with weHit the streets roll on me, you gon end up in the sea
7: 30 wake up skrt up in the lobby then proceed to fleeAll my people riding in the back seat on a killing spreeWait, who that be? ready on the count of 3Squeeze that G, leave that sceneBouncin like the trampoline
Getting bread earn incomeSpend it on this BalmainWorking all night I might run into the BatI don't see no such thing as a motherfucking bro maneYou ain't fucking slick if you think you in my team mane
We gon' pull up on the kids with a flat brim cap and the tats get the brickAnd I don't give a fuck hit em with the damn dicksMan, hold up, pause, now they red like Santa ClausI'm a G bet there's something wrong with meAll these mans on the ground, lookin like the dead ass seaYeah, pull up on me, sip a high-t, till I ODI don't really give a fuck no more bSkrrt skrrt onamonapee, bitch Grand PrixPull up on a fuckin enemy, 3rd degreeNow I'm a go right back to the cribAnd leave the fuckin country with the brick
I'd call the cops on myself if I canThis shit too crazy need the fuckin ambulanceDon't wear no jackets, I just wear that metal vestGot all this money but these bitches unimpressed
Getting bread earn incomeSpend it on this BalmainWorking all night I might run into the BatI don't see no such thing as a motherfucking bro maneYou ain't fucking slick if you think you in my team mane
7.30 wake up skrt up in the lobby then proceed to fleeAll my people riding in the back seat on a killing spreeWait, who that be? ready on the count of 3Squeeze that G, leave that sceneBouncin like the trampolineYeah
7: 30 wake up skrt up in the lobby then proceed to fleeAll my people riding in the back seat on a killing spreeWait, who that be? ready on the count of 3Squeeze that G, leave that sceneBouncin like the trampoline
Getting bread earn incomeSpend it on this BalmainWorking all night I might run into the BatI don't see no such thing as a motherfucking bro maneYou ain't fucking slick if you think you in my team mane
We gon' pull up on the kids with a flat brim cap and the tats get the brickAnd I don't give a fuck hit em with the damn dicksMan, hold up, pause, now they red like Santa ClausI'm a G bet there's something wrong with meAll these mans on the ground, lookin like the dead ass seaYeah, pull up on me, sip a high-t, till I ODI don't really give a fuck no more bSkrrt skrrt onamonapee, bitch Grand PrixPull up on a fuckin enemy, 3rd degreeNow I'm a go right back to the cribAnd leave the fuckin country with the brick
I'd call the cops on myself if I canThis shit too crazy need the fuckin ambulanceDon't wear no jackets, I just wear that metal vestGot all this money but these bitches unimpressed
Getting bread earn incomeSpend it on this BalmainWorking all night I might run into the BatI don't see no such thing as a motherfucking bro maneYou ain't fucking slick if you think you in my team mane
7.30 wake up skrt up in the lobby then proceed to fleeAll my people riding in the back seat on a killing spreeWait, who that be? ready on the count of 3Squeeze that G, leave that sceneBouncin like the trampolineYeah
