Kamis, 12 Januari 2017

•Lirik Lagu Rich Chigga - Dat $tick

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12 in the morning, pop shells for a living

And berry gon' smell blood trail every minute

Rogue wave on you niggas, no fail when I hit 'em

Every time I see a pig, I don't hesitate to kill 'em

Ain't nobody give a f*ck about a rule

Either get diplomas or a tool, I'ma cool with my youngins

No bool when I'm sprayin', this K at you f*ckas

F*ck a gang affiliated with nothing but my name

Man, I don't give a f*ck about a mothaf*ckin' po

I'ma pull up with that stick and hit yo' motherf*ckin' do'

Man, I don't give a f*ck about a mothaf*ckin' po

I'ma pull up with that stick and hit yo' motherf*ckin' do', yeah

People be starving

And people be killing for food with that crack and that spoon

But these rich mothaf*ckas they stay eatin' good

Droppin' wage livin good

Holdin' steel Glocks, but you been a bi*ch, suck a thick c*ck

F*ck a Crip walk, hit the strip like in Bangkok

Never ever see me ever trip 'bout a lil broad

See me on the TV screamin', "Bi*ch, you a damn fraud"

And you don't wanna f*ck with a chigga like me

When I pull up in that Maserati

Better duck 'fore ya brain splatter on the concrete

I'ma hit you with that .45, bullet hit yo neck round the bowtie

Lookin' like a thriller, film a bi*ch

I'ma go right back with the clip in and I know you be shakin'

Don't test me or I might just click at yo noggin

Man, I don't give a f*ck about a mothaf*ckin' po

I'ma pull up with that stick and hit yo' motherf*ckin' do'

Man, I don't give a f*ck about a mothaf*ckin' po

I'ma pull up with that stick and hit yo' motherf*ckin' do', yeah

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