Rich Gang (Young Thug, Birdman & Rich Homie Quan) - See You | Текст песни

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• Rich Gang (Young Thug, Birdman & Rich Homie Quan)
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I got the streets in the head lock
I got your bitch all illegal
I do not fall with the faker
Have one fifty , I bet her
Halo my nigga on bridge
We on this much on this splity
Fence for all the chickens
Can't grow up for this city
I can see you in the buisine'
Get all back like a carev
I'm runnin out mister Belly
My name is not really Rich
Hallo get ahead in the forth way
Fuck you and get you in like uncle Samsey
Hotter ain't forth since a lam head
You can get the picture but they can't that

Pull up and never been baddest
Won't talk like scatter, you haley
Blow up the fact and I like it
Shutting, she get me a sign
Double sit come from the days that I try it
Aay, piece of me from inside the Malcom entrainment
Nigga have the side on that ball, I got my
My water, ooh I need it my flows
The back kid rollie with my flows
I slamed, get money and I left it for sure
I got banz on me, yeah I mean bluer
Show fresh, man I feel like I'm a tourist
And I won't feed the whole banz for a course
Rich gang, tell my mamma that none of 'em score
You should come undone and you make it on done
I'mma hit this show, I'mma make this flow
Man I wander why I've been digging this far
Man my ice is war, like they go Channel's
And I swear, swear God baby I will make big ?

I got the streets in the head lock
I got your bitch all illegal
I do not fall with the faker
Have one fifty , I bet her
Halo my nigga on bridge
We on this much on this splity
Fence for all the chickens
Can't grow up for this city
I can see you in the buisine'
Get all back like a carev
I'm runnin out mister Belly
My name is not really Rich
Hallo get ahead in the forth way
Fuck you and get you in like uncle Samsey
Hotter ain't forth since a lam head
You can get the picture but they can't that

I won't lay out tilt that ? on my ears
I won't drink unless is certain on bill
Hanging no prison but when I appeal
You see my diamonds from far then a mil'
Nigga I'm blinking, my chopper gonna ring us, I ring it
All from the reason I kill 'em, on spot of four seasons
I skate like Louie, all a fiasco
I'mma stand a hundreds tall
No ringer and I'm only 23 but I got steno
When we get, we go on and we remain thou
How the fuck we recensor
Run with the ? and bad bitches
Nigga must be a creep pay a trigger and make it ready with that Activis
I'mma stone for a mil, then get the man from the top
And I'm gone with the bottle of the pussy
Lil baby now I will make crib and none this alright,
I'll muchie,
Hey, be a grow old man not a pussy ?
Plus they have to took it and I don't ?

I got the streets in the head lock
I got your bitch all illegal
I do not fall with the faker
Have one fifty , I bet her
Halo my nigga on bridge
We on this much on this splity
Fence for all the chickens
Can't grow up for this city
I can see you in the buisine'
Get all back like a carev
I'm runnin out mister Belly
My name is not really Rich
Hallo get ahead in the forth way
Fuck you and get you in like uncle Samsey
Hotter ain't forth since a lam head
You can get the picture but they can't that

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