a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

c.m.l. - richboy shit lyrics

[verse 1]
yo, ima light y’all boys from a to z
i told them boys don’t play with me
load up them choppas, we’ll come k!ll your whole agency
i be stating facts up on these tracks, this sh+t ain’t make believe
your b+tch out of pocket dog, it’s only right she pay a p
it’s ugly when i see your bro, charge him like a 304
slump him when that heater blow, i’m real and all the people know
disrespect the gang, i show your family what a demon on
made it to the top, it’s only right i put my people on
all these diamonds on me got these n+ggas upset
lavish up now n+gga, f+ck who up next
30 gang or nothing, never settled for the less
and your baby mama here, like b+tch settle for the best
i been verified before the gram gave me a check
applying all this pressure, i be standing on they neck
i bought my b+tch a rolly just to shine up on my ex
i do it for the gang, i ain’t lying on the set
i took my b+tch to louis, told her pick out what you want
i bought a crate of uzis, you get picked off when it’s funk
be careful what you say about me, this ain’t what you want
don’t try to break up in my house, there’s k!llers in my home
it’s money on the table n+gga, we gon’ add it up
i’m sh+tting on the other side, n+ggas mad as f+ck
posted in the projects, ganging in the cut
half a million dollars on me, n+gga hang it up
[chorus]
i came home balling on some rich boy sh+t
you be pillow talking on some b+tch boy sh+t
stepping on these n+ggas on some big boy sh+t
you be in your feelings on some little boy sh+t

i came home balling on some rich boy sh+t
you be pillow talking on some b+tch boy sh+t
stepping on these n+ggas on some big boy sh+t
you be in your feelings on some little boy sh+t

[verse 2]
pressure brought its price, but it turned me to a diamond
rolls+royce hank, i’m in the double r reclining
you looking for your baby daddy, hoe i hope you find him
he probably ’bout to k!ll himself, ’cause i ain’t want to sign him
them suckas do not bother me, these rap n+ggas ain’t hot as me
is lavish d the realest n+gga rapping, boy he gotta be
i knew i was rich when i kept winning in monopoly
whip my d+ck out on your b+tch, and she gon’ suck it sloppily
ain’t n0body big as us, hank just wanna live it up
you know i keep a missile tucked, this choppa pick your n+gga up
your homie lost his life, you say you miss him, go and dig him up
heard he got his helmet cracked, the coroners had to pick him up
all i’m doing is stating facts, i said it i can’t take it back
brody just went on a mission, i just pray he make it back
broke n+ggas acting like they rich, how you faking that?
death before dishonor, you don’t understand, then play it back
[chorus]
i came home balling on some rich boy sh+t
you be pillow talking on some b+tch boy sh+t
stepping on these n+ggas on some big boy sh+t
you be in your feelings on some little boy sh+t

i came home balling on some rich boy sh+t
you be pillow talking on some b+tch boy sh+t
stepping on these n+ggas on some big boy sh+t
you be in your feelings on some little boy sh+t

- c m l lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS