Who That Be

Rich Chigga

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    Yo bitch on me but you can never do nothing
    Cause yo momma raised a pussy
    Everytime I walk to the drop top, can't help but
    Close my eyes cause my whip so glossy
    God damn bitch, I don't smoke no gas
    I don't pop no Xans hella cake
    I just need that ass don't worry bout no mans
    Look at me, look at he
    You don't wanna fuck with we
    Hit the streets roll on me
    Uou gon end up in the sea

    7: 30 wake up skrt up in the lobby then proceed to flee
    All my people riding in the back seat on a killing spree
    Wait, who that be? ready on the count of 3
    Squeeze that G, leave that scene
    Bouncin like the trampoline

    Getting bread earn income (man)
    Spend it on this Balmain
    Working all night I might run into the Bat (man)
    I don't see no such thing as a motherfucking bro mane
    You ain't fucking slick if you think you in my team mane

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    We gon' pull up on the kids
    With a flat brim cap and the tats get the brick
    And I don't give a fuck hit em with the damn dicks
    Man, hold up, pause
    Now they red like Santa Claus
    I'm a G bet there's something wrong with me
    All these mans on the ground
    Lookin like the dead ass sea
    Yeah, pull up on me, sip a high-t, till I OD
    I don't really give a fuck no more b
    Skrrt skrrt onamonapee, bitch Grand Prix
    Pull up on a fuckin enemy, 3rd degree
    Now I'm a go right back to the crib (to the crib bitch)
    And leave the fuckin country
    With the brick (loudpack)

    I'd call the cops on myself if I can, (if I can)
    This shit too crazy need the fuckin ambulance (ambulance)
    Don't wear no jackets
    I just wear that metal vest (skrrt skrrt)
    Got all this money
    But these bitches unimpressed (yea, yea, yea)

    Getting bread earn income (man)
    Spend it on this Balmain
    Working all night I might run into the Bat (man)
    I don't see no such thing as a motherfucking bro mane
    You ain't fucking slick if you think you in my team mane

    7: 30 wake up skrt up in the lobby then proceed to flee
    All my people riding in the back seat on a killing spree
    Wait, who that be? ready on the count of 3
    Squeeze that G, leave that scene
    Bouncin like the trampoline
    Yeah

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