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Rich Shooters Lyrics - Artist : Shy Glizzy
[Q Da Fool:]
Bow, bow Rich shooter, uh, rich shooter Yeah, damn Yeah, hundred round goon Uh, bitch I'm Herwin on the spoon I'm dope Fuck your shooter, heard his pistol on safety I might double wrap and bubble wrap your wife and baby I've been poppin' rubber bands, rubber bands done drove me crazy I can't fuck with rappers, I ain't been feelin' rappers lately In and out of jail, I swear them crackers drove me crazy I might smoke a nigga, I might give his mother daisies Rest in peace Bob 'cause that's how Bob raised me He was fuckin' with that dope, Medellin, we was wavy Fuck a deal, 'cause the bricks and scales really paid me Coulda been in Mercedes, fuck 12 tryna frame me Outside with the junkies, jungle 50s, we go monkey I really dropped niggas broad day I'ma show 'em how the mob play Get up close, personal, my shit face to face (Face to face) You could pick a time, you could pick a place, I'ma beat the case (Fuck nigga) Finesse plug, finesse buy you through everything (I do everything) I know one thing, I ain't ever buyin' no weddin' ring (Fuck that bitch) Y'all was ridin' dicks, I was outside doin' better things First time I called my mother locked up, she said, "You better swing" Attempted murder, I was 15 with a 17 with a big dream I run all in this shit (Man, why?) 'Cause the bitch green (Man, fuck that nigga) [Shy Glizzy:] I appreciate your moments 'cause I never had nothin' Used to be a crash dummy, nah, now get that fast money I remember she was stallin', now she got that ass jumpin' Me, my niggas, we be ballin', we can't wait to buy somethin' I'm a rich shooter, baby, I'm a rich shooter We some rich shooters, baby, we some rich shooters 3 got the Macky and that bitch came with a ruler (Goddamn, goddamn) We the fuckin' rich shooters, fuck these niggas, they some losers I was built to win, no I can't ever ever lose Bitch, they call me Jefe with a mothafuckin' tool (Young Jefe, holmes) They act like they don't fuck with me, they watch my every move Bitch, it's me and Q Da Fool, we ain't cool with you, too You ain't no fuckin' stepper, where your mothafuckin' weapon? First gun I ever shot it was a .38 special It's GG to the world, bro, we're on another level (GG for life) And it's long live 30, bitch, I scream that shit forever (30, 30) Bitch I'm ridin' on Tre-7 in a fuckin' R8 (Skrrt) You can come and get an eight ball or get a whole plate I don't need a damn extendo, F |
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