Lyrics:
I got off my ass and ran it up
Had to get off my ass and go get it
Lil' nigga but I got big digits
If it come down to beef, I'm with it
You can
cent your boy be hated by many men
Swinging for the fence you disrespect I'm swinging for the chin
Hold up do you see him wait I think Lyric coming
had to chill instead get neck
Rich chandelier gown all over my flesh
'Bout to throw ladies to Haiti, peace to Wyclef
Blowed y'all cream never throw
We strapped we got them choppers crew is no big coz we want no jokers
Kila side tumepiga mboka if you ask them they know about us
We strapped we got
baby sippin hennebeto
And I like Deja too
She gimme Deja-Vu
But she always tryna lecture on the things I do
Cause you could tell she be mad bout
dem a buss by midnight
Waah live e rich life
Private jet anuh coach we a fly
Waah live e rich life
Buy couple guns couple cars couple bikes
All time
Ayy, ayy, ayy, bitch, I'm bout to fuck around an open can of whoop-ass
Slap him in his face, I ain't fuckin' with his bitch ass
Three fuckin' five up
I'm Triple blessed
You know what
Better know that
I hate your ass too
Do some
Better know that
That's big facts
No cap jack
Yeah
Yeah you say
Hate on the streets, get the bag, no justify
Hate on me, get rich, can't rectify
Hate, get the bleach, 'bout to murder, call me Svenify
Hate on me,
now
Lil baby wanna see how I get down
Back it up you can sit on my dick now
I'm the king of this shit gotta big crown
If a nigga want pressure we get
Nostra flow, I'm John Gotti (Gotti)
I've been on a roll, you can't stop me (Can't)
Use my mind, soul and my body (Body)
Rich in spirit, so you can't rob me
Yeah, how many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get a ki', slice the pie wit' you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that
Get high with you
Niggas know
even trust the boy scouts
I got these good girls hoin' out
Tell me what the fuck you know about
Bein' that nigga that these niggas don't know a bout
chicks don't wanna fuck with me
Iceberg, Slim baby ride rims
I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
You know him well by the name of Jigga
gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
"You know him well" "by the name of Jigga"
I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me
"You can love me
rainin', so I hadda pull out my drop
Common ma go and let your hair back
Why you actin' all stuck up, we can't have that
Why you talking 'bout your ex
,
Yidle-diddle-didle-didle man.
I'd build a big tall house with rooms by the dozen,
Right in the middle of the town.
A fine tin roof with real wooden floors below.
There
to the devil
Keep my name out cha mouth don't talk bout shit that you don't know about
Can't no money make me ain't never been one to chase clout
I like my
to the devil
Keep my name out cha mouth don't talk bout shit that you don't know about
Can't no money make me ain't never been one to chase clout
I like my
money surrounded by snakes
Ain't talking Atari ain't playin no games
I know you ain't bout it get outta my face
If you got a problem then let's get in
you like a shoe
Buy a couple of big Celebrities pimpin it ain't gotta be brand new
I'm a boss about my shit, about the way I carry it
The way I wear my
Overprotective about my brothers yeah that's word to bro
Only askin' for your loyalty and that you stick by the code
I'm on some rich nigga shit yeah I just took
obstacles the fuck you think that's stopping dude
Rich in the flesh done ran over to the physical
Gotta nigga feeling like peekaboo ouu
I been right for
Like I got sludge in my blood
Hope that lil nigga get rich
Cuz he been silently getting it
selling these drugs
I'm bout to fuck that lil bih
Cuz she been
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