Rich Chigga

Rich Chigga - Who That Be lyrics

Your rating:

Yo bitch on me but you can never do nothing

Cuz yo momma raised a pussy

Everytime I walk to the drop top, can't help but



Close my eyes cuz 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 f**k 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



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**king bro mane

You ain't f**king slick if you think you in my team mane



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**k 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 f**k no more b

Skrrt skrrt onamonapee, bitch Grand Prix

Pull up on a f**kin enemy, 3rd degree

Now imma go right back to the crib (to the crib bitch)

And leave the f**kin country with the brick (loudpack)



I'd call the cops on myself if I can, (if I can)

This shit too crazy need the f**kin 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 motherf**king bro mane

You ain't f**king 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
Get this song at:
bol.com
amazon.com

Copyrights:

Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: ?

Details:

Language: English

Share your thoughts

This form is protected by reCAPTCHA and the Google Privacy Policy and Terms of Service apply.

0 Comments found