Rich Taste (feat. kjongoooo)
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Energy Made, this one Come on No, hat phew,phew Bitch ride me like a bike, I just want the one night Can't cuff up on no runner, cause we caught her in a lie Shorty think it's sweet, but she really know she can die Swear the hoe think she cold, but she really not at all He thought it was a brick of dope, but we sold him some dry wall Shorty suck a lot, we got her turnt off the fireball Big chop hit his ass, now he tryna run, he fat though Push up on him in the Ford, never mind, we need a Tahoe He be talking on the net, how bout you come outside though And, stop talking, all crazy, I'm tryna pop your cap, bro I ain't no thug, I be hooper, but I know niggas with guns If my man's losing, I'm jumping in, it ain't no ones I be making so much money, I forget to have fun Niggas forgot how to make money, they don't even got a crumb Them boys forgot how to learn, that's why they ass so dumb Never trip on the hoe, cause I can get plenty Yeah, that choppa hold 50, that means it's a Mickey Tryna pop at me, boy, you gon' always miss me Push up on him in the Malibu with 5% Tint Sleeping on me, boy, you must be off the fent I can't beef with them boys, they some losers with no money They laughing on the block while they broke, ain't nothing funny All I do is make music and hoop, I living But if it don't work out, I'ma be in that kitchen Yo bitch loving on me, cause she said I'm the best She loving on me, cause she know I'm up next Shorty get to tripping when she off a Percocet She got a rich taste and she loyal, take her Set Yop, yop, yop, this ain't no Smith & Wesson You know I'm toting on that tech Caught that nigga mans, you know he finna catch him next I call into the bros, all I do is send that text We work at Hulmet Lang, but niggas better wear that vest I send a nigga out that way, I'm trying to leave a nigga stretched I'm shooting blicky in the crowd, cause nigga I can't even see Be loading pieces on the site, you know I'm trying to cop a key Nigga sent us on a lick, he know he gotta pay that fee I'm always riding behind the tint, nigga, it ain't no killing me KJ always on go, cause I ain't got no chill in me Going on another skid, I pull the ski down I put him on that T, you ain't riding innat striker if you ain't trying to kill me And if a nigga hit my hat, is you finna kill me I told my bitch to clutch the blick, she get to bussin' she my 5 Just took another A, I'm riding in that whip wit Baby Slime How niggas rattin' in that room, when niggas try to do the crime If niggas scared to tote the blick, nigga, it ain't no point in trying When I catch Lil Z, I'm a pocket dial a nigga shit When I catch em' riding down, you know I'm finna park a nigga whip I can't never ride in fishes, so I always gotta keep the tint Nigga said smoke with me, you better always keep the blick We set that play on that nigga, he kept on thinking with his dick
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Written by: Arrow Sperske De Wilde, Austin Smith, Hendrik Kachoeff, Timothy Franco
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