Dat $tick - Rich Chigga Lyrics
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| Dat $tick - Rich Chigga Lyrics |
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
Everytime I see a pig, I don't hesitate to kill 'em
Ain't nobody give a fuck about a rule
Either get diplomas or a tool
I'mma 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'mma pull up with that stick and hit yo motherf*ckin' door
Man I don't give a f*ck about a mothaf*ckin' po
I'mma pull up with that stick and hit yo motherf*ckin' door
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 bitch suck a thick cock
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' "bitch 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'mma hit you with that 45
Bullet hit yo neck 'round the bow tie, lookin' like a thriller
Film bitch I'mma go right back with the clip in 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'mma pull up with that stick and hit yo motherf*ckin' door
Man I don't give a f*ck about a mothaf*ckin' po
I'mma pull up with that stick and hit yo motherf*ckin' door
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