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$ rich ap $ - no melee lyrics

gang-
gang-
aye, aye
gang-
gang, b-tch, beep

pipe up b-tch
gang-

aye, aye
b-tch i bust in wit my ak, runnin from 12 give a f-ck what the draq say
i’m young n-gga, don’t know why they hate me, i got the bliq and that b-tch ain’t got no safety
i need that money, lil nigg gunna pay me, we got that gat and we don’t do no melee
safety-
i want my stars, we bought the whole season, i get the guap and sh-t for no reason
i got your b-tch and see all on my d, f-ckin that b-tch from am to pm
i pop the pill cause i like the feeling
you serve by the zippo, your not no drug dealer
i’m catching them plays like i ball for the steelers
n-ggas is p-ssy you know we dont feelin
skirt off in that whip b-tch you know i’m pullin
i’m smokin that dope and you know i’m big chillin!
i’m getting this money like it was a mission
my diamond theys wet man them b-tches go fishin
you talkin that sh-t, leave you crippled with st-tches
i can’t f-ck with n-ggas if n-ggas is snitching
i’m smoking that 9 to 3, now got me lifted
i’m dripping right now so you know i be fitted
i got your b-tch and she swallowed my children
she was a hoe, n-gga get out of your feelings
stephen designer and feel with these raps
like shorty goin blow me just like a bag pipe
don’t get no guap yellow boy, that’s a sad life, f-ckin your b-tch and i’m wearing my d-mn skys
i gotta keep runnin till i get them bands right
i’m feelin to blow up n-gga just like a landmine
i get more guap then you see in your d-mn life
f-ckin that hoe and i f-ck her all d-mn night
i tell my shooters to stand by
i beat the bowl and i whip the dampire
im smoking gas and i smoke a whole d-mn lot
actin like your tough but you know it’s a d-mn lie
ooooo
i bought your b-tch some chanel shoes
then she come over, don’t know what to tell you
i got the drop so i move like the snail do
i got the hammer and it finna nail you
graa-
graa-
gang- gang-
b-tch
aye wait-
gang-
shoo-
shoo-
b-tch i bust in wit my ak, runnin from 12 give a f-ck what the draq say
i’m a young n-gga, don’t know why they hate me, i got the bliq and that b-tch ain’t go no safety
i need my money but lil nig gone pay me, we got the gat and we don’t do no melee
don’t do no melee
b-tch-
so we don’t do no melee
bust in the crib wit my ak
ooo
gang-
ooo, yea, b-tch
gang-
bee-
bee-

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