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Ask ??? L8tr (Intro) Lyrics - Artist : Robb Bank$
Rich Gang
Boy, you ain't a boss You just a worker, nigga I just boxed my cross Know I'm just splurging, nigga What the fuck he got on? [?] We never heard of you nigga We got a word for niggas Rich Gang I'm the gas, you the crip You the gun, I'm the clip I'm the mask, you the lick You the fan and I'm lit SSET 20 strippers in the VIP, might Fuck 'em, put 'em on some X, I Line 'em up like, "Who's next?" Me and Bird just landed off the jet, I I don't trust shit All my niggas flip Cut your tongue out If you scream "SSET" Everybody switch Ace got hit Bitch, I might propose To her best friend Keep it G, that's all I ask from these niggas Know you pussy, so don't act like a nigga Signed a deal, it shouldn't matter to you niggas Love to hate, you little broke mad nigga Yes she bad, but she about it? Only, fuck a lame for a deposit Only, gang is with me, they solid Give her my name, it come back solid I'm still the one nigga you ain't topping Girl, you done struck gold when you found me Cum taste like heaven, God got me Walk in with the racks, got shells in my pocket Uh, wrist solid gold Neck solid gold Bitch solid gold Dick solid gold Bitch on the pole Trick on the low Lurking on my page, give her dick on the low Princess diamonds, I cut it, cut it Qualiteck lines, I cut it, cut it Double phone, know my name buzzing Had a bit of money if the bitch ain't fucking I don't know how to be a player I'mma keep it all the way gangster 2 Phone gon' shoot first Then I ask questions later I don't know how to be a player I'mma keep it all the way gangster Phone gon' shoot first Then they ask questions later, later I see you later I fucked her later I'm on The Fader Boy, I ain't later Nigga, I'm prayed up Boy, get your weight up, your weight up, your weight up Boy, you ain't gangster Ball like a Laker Know I'm gon' play ya Know you gon' save her I'mma shoot first then I ask questions later, later, later Later, later, later, later Find your bitch I'mma break her Got my SSET Pull up, steak 'em Split you, wig Weight, player Stars on my neck Hoes on my dick Y'all niggas licks I ain't with that shit Rode through this bitch Throwing up the SSET Troll in this bitch Off percocet Rich Gang or don't bang, bitch Not the same thing, bitch No, you ain't bang, bitch Falconia King bitch I don't know how to be a player I'mma keep it all the way gangster 2 Phone gon' shoot first Then I ask questions later I don't know how to be a player I'mma keep it all the way gangster Phone gon' shoot first Then they ask questions later, later Happy |
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