Rich Gang
Rich Gang - 730 songtekst
Je score:
He play, I'm legal I'mma fire I'mma, I'mma, I'mma spoil a baby Yeah, spoil Fuck nigga You might as well be royal Take all the truth Everything coming out of your mouth is a fairy tale truth I'mma have to pull out these 2 Now the size of my pocket ain't sizing my shoes Damn! We all got grills Why so harsh? I got a wife close by I got lawyer and I don't know you It's your son Need cover I train soldiers 730, 730, 730, 730, 730, 730, 730, 730, 730, 730 Do not get disturbed I go 730 even if you're nerdy Shiny look bitches A shiny look nigga I don't mind to let it on Bitches and niggaz don't call me No point And I know what to do with you I do not care if you starve for a dollar 730, 730, 730, 730, 730, 730, 730, 730, 730, 730 All them in prison they go at 730 All them presidents go at 730 All the rich gang are going at 730 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 I got at 730 Pussy nigga