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letra de who that be? - rich chigga

[verse 1]
yo b-tch on me but you can never do nothing
cuz yo momma raised a p-ssy
everytime i walk to the drop top, can’t help but
close my eyes cuz my whip so glossy
god d-mn b-tch, i don’t smoke no gas
i don’t pop no xans h-lla cake
i just need that -ss don’t worry bout no mans
look at me, look at he, you don’t wanna f-ck with we
hit the streets roll on me, you 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

[hook]
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 motherf-cking bro mane
you ain’t f-cking slick if you think you in my team mane
[verse 2]
we gon’ pull up on the kids with a flat brim cap and the tats get the brick
and i don’t give a f-ck hit em with the d-mn d-cks
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 -ss sea
yeah, pull up on me, sip a high-t, till i od
i don’t really give a f-ck no more b
skrrt skrrt onamonapee, b-tch grand prix
pull up on a f-ckin enemy, 3rd degree
now imma go right back to the crib (to the crib b-tch)
and leave the f-ckin country with the brick (loudpack)
i’d call the cops on myself if i can, (if i can)
this sh-t too crazy need the f-ckin ambulance (ambulance)
don’t wear no jackets, i just wear that metal vest (skrrt skrrt)
got all this money but these b-tches unimpressed (yea, yea, yea)

[outro]
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

- rich chigga

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