Testo Intro - Cap 1
Testo della canzone Intro (Cap 1), tratta dall'album King Richie
That ain't your bitch, that my bitch
Codeine all off in my piss
They watchin' and bitin' the drip
Forgiatos blow a kiss
Soon as that's alright, these niggas don't act right
These haters they know they exist
Make sure that back tight, 100k last night
That draco on me when I piss
Diamonds they flood out the wrist
3 5 For 40, the 7 for 80
But we ain't bussin' down bricks
Make room for Patrick Ewing like the Knicks
I just might pack a Buick full of chicks
Come through your city, tell them hoes hit licks
Get rich or die like I'm 50 Cent
Backseat reclinin' now I'm in a Bent'
10K will get your ass wiped out
Diamonds they shine when the lights out
Just made a play and got more on the way
Paranoid so I sleep with the pipe out
Offin' that white like I'm Virgil and them
Push button start that convertible
Double R 6 and that murdered them
They had to leave then I hurdled them
If it ain't 'bout me, ain't concerned with them
Straight 'bout my dough, go big worm on them
Straighten my hoe like a perm on them
Love all my chicks then start curvin' them
I'm in the back where the trappers at
Charge you to hire, yeah I'm cappin' that
Lambo and Maybach in back of that
You want that bitch? I be tappin' that
I'm rappin' mix and re-rappin' that
You on that bullshit, ain't havin' that
Make that work flip like an acrobat
Stand on the couch, hit the cabbage patch
Diamonds they dance like Rihanna and them
Gucci joggers with the monogram
Them niggas crazy, don't bother them
Send them niggas where your momma live
Send them niggas by your father crib
Bank account filled up with dollar bills
Wake up and buy me all kind of shit
These niggas ain't poppin', they counterfeit
I get them bags in
Come through and fuck up that back end
I make that pot do a backspin
This pistol keep droppin' my trap pins
Smokin' weed like I got cataracts
We wrappin' bricks, fuck a battle rap
She mounted up on me and sat on that
Put niggas in boxes like cracker jacks
We where it's crackin' at
We where them pistols is packin' at
We where you sleep or you blink, it can happen at
We where the pimpin', the hoes and the maxes at
She put that work in her panties like maxi pads
I'm in this bitch with the gang and we havin' that
Niggas on sight when they see you, count on that
She jump on my bone when she see me go down on that
Made me a movie, no need for no cameraman
Gone
That ain't yours, when I see ya, that's my bitch
Diamonds glowin' on my neck and on my fist
I got on, I went hard, I got rich
He got foreigns, not from tourin', I'm from bricks
Bitch get off my dick
Gone
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Writer(s): Hyeog I
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