Lyrics:
than all of Rich Little
I rock it with a riddle simply 'cause I can
Got a magnum in my pocket and
A club in my hand
And me being the man makes you
to tell him is...PUMP YA BRAKES
Now if you're underage & you're actin' all grown
What you need to do is PUMP YA BRAKES
If you're offended by this record,
apologize nice
I'm about to roll 10 7's for the crap I rolled twice
Rough business, it's a rich mon time
When you ain't got the loot, you resort to the crime
Ain't no makin' love to a young dope boy, a young rich nigga
This that dope dick
She addicted to that dope dick
I got her hooked, got her locked,
pulled up in a car looking like a spaceship
Ralph just hit me with a edit, hit him back with suggestions and some changes
Source posted it, I read it
Yeah ノッてきな
パーティーピープル
Yeah 悪ぃがAin't nobody equal
Yeah
When I step up in the place
速攻かっさらうエース中のエース
Me イルなオリジネーター
I'm rich and famous ファック
Snitches
And though they never claim us
My G we been rich and famous
God giveth but the face claimeth
We meet again, old friend
From trading blows in Asia
To crossing
I remember big Jackie Jones and her mother
She was always stoned getting high with her brothers
They were always laughing going crazy by the river
I
actin all sheist around your boys
Didn't use your own style, so you use the decoy
Now you're shadowed by a character you cannot destroy
Check your
village on expense accounted gruel
And the jack-knife barber, drops her off at school
Laughing in the playground, gets no kicks from little boys
Would
village on expense accounted gruel
And the jack-knife barber, drops her off at school
Laughing in the playground, gets no kicks from little boys
Would
crazy to the Migos, boy, you know we keep the fire (baow)
I got a chopper, flip a nigga like a domino (flip 'em)
Young rich nigga, never made the honor
And a little Cherokee
And a little African-American apparently
Brother got soul and mother gotta bounce
Sunny Cal for the gal and
The boy with the brow
Daddy two
the knife
They'd be calling everybody rappers right
His family rich but he'd be acting like
Wanna leave it all to lead a retched life
You actin like you wanna
You are just the kind of girl I always wanted
When I was a little boy thinkin' 'bout bein' grown
Now that I'm a man, you come along
And I cannot
and wrung it passionately,
And past into the little garth beyond.
So lifted up in spirit he moved away.
Then Philip put the boy and girl to school,
Woo
Back again bitch
Yeah, aye
Word is bond
You've been warned
My B-boy stance double down
With perfect form
You fucking with the devil
You get
flows by myself
Pour more go go gadget
I'm in Slow Mo
4 More bars
I got double though
And a couple hoes
Running in yo door
Running to the dough
Running up
sight (uh)
Ah mi seh kill dem ina minute
Any ting mi do mi put mi all in it
Affi win it count up every digit
Rich gal waah mi squeeze up har titty
Dem
guala (uh)
I just wanna stack my guala (yeah)
No I ain't kidding
Ya boy on a mission to make it by spitting
Man fuck a tuition
Got too much ambition
For
You got it right, you got it right
If you know me, since I'm a jit I been wanted to fill up my bank account
That mean by any means, when I get rich
the outcry
For these women
Just as loud
As they are the black man
Who will cry for the little boy
Is often
The question
And I say
Hi
Everyone
The world
In
hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it
Boy you should have known by now, Eazy does it
I was knocking motherfuckers out
What's your name boy
Funky,
no slack
Rich boy sellin' crack fuck niggas wanna jack
Shit tight no slack just bought a Cadillac
Took it to the chop shop
Got the damn top
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