Lyrics:
the eye
He say
“why you looking high"
I said I been feeling low
He say
“boy don’t you behave”
I fell right under the floor
Where he left me
“For your own
Bitches throwin ass, we throwin hunnids, really showin out
I can tell that he be buggin , what the fuck he smoking now?
Why you crying? We ain't
fucked up is you gon stand by me?
I don't trust myself I can't even stand by me (FUCK!)
I depend on my bitches to stand by me
That boy slimed me out he not
Glocks
Big Guns Big Guns
Big Glocks Big Guns
Big Guns Big Glocks
Imma punch ya ticket you not a meal ticket
You ain't a rich nigga but you can still kick
his followers simple minds at ease
But when he got sick
He pumped his white pride fist pouting
"Don't you forget about me"
He claimed he's so brave
a ride by the cool river side
I never knew the feeling before
He loved me up tight by the river moonlight
Who could ask for anything more
I could have
a ride by the cool river side
I never knew the feeling before
He loved me up tight by the river moonlight
Who could ask for anything more
I could have
the Glock to your dome man
And if a fool live he have shit in his pants
Just seen the devil, taught you how to dirty dance
Merri D whip the beat up just like
Who has the shine cause he knows he has to glow
Me say you don't know because you don't know
Who got the baddest bitch in bed with no clothes
Me say
Did you ever hear the story of the Christmas tree
Who just didn't want to change the show
He liked living in the woods and playing with squirrels
Did you ever hear the story of the Christmas tree
Who just didn't want to change the show
He liked living in the woods and playing with squirrels
want it fo' shizzle
I been on a quest
Yeah
(Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah)
Carry my luggage I sit by the windows
Don't care bout whatever don't matter to me tho'
I
better, what the fuck have he gave you?
Say baby don't worry 'bout him, what he bring to the table?
No I cannot lie, yeah you do somethin' to me girl
Put
all the Henny
War you can't storm me like him Louis bent it
Gun shotter drop the nine hard, and he hold it
Lick off the pants fall down, we need wallets
see the way I shine
Ain't nobody that can do it like I does
Don't call me by my government, lil bitch, I ain't yo cuz
And if you low-key hatin', don't
Tell a story mother goose
I don't mean he pulling up
When I say he cumming too
Yeah he fuck around with me
But he don't fuck around with you
Know you
ready to go
I'm might go flex up for no reason
On me when I'm switching the seasons
I bet you I run up a check by the evening
And I'm smoking exotic
it that ain't love by remote control
Move over Madonna, give it up, Baby Lou
She'd never been rich, never been famous like you
She's hot
about me
The sour patch green on the Glock, got the beam
Now the nigga sour, we switch hoes and he ain't even know
I feel like Austin Powers
I'm groovy
a nigga getting smarter
Diamonds clean like water you wanna be rich but ain't a starter
I be on top the building and the sky line it be glowing
I got ice
poked, sweet lick
I'm a walking lick
But you would die trying to take shit
Rolling like a bitch
Me and my bitch need more OJ and Fiji
Even though I'm dolo
Peace be with you
It's in control
Riding the waves
Calming the storms
He's with you
When I'm waking through the shadows of life
cnd darkness is
taking the biggest piece
But god damn I'm the biggest fish with the biggest mouth bitch
You want to be rich right? (Hell yeah)
Well stick with me do
Name me a rapper that is flowin' on an own beat
I did it all by myself, give me the first seed
They used to ask me to go out to the night club
Do you
Discuss these you me and he by rich the factor Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In