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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?
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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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