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rich brian - dat $tick (remix) lyrics

[chorus: rich brian]
man, i don’t give a f-ck about a mothaf-ckin’ po
i’ma pull up with that stick and hit yo motherf-ckin’ do’
man, i don’t give a f-ck about a mothaf-ckin’ po
i’ma pull up with that stick and hit yo motherf-ckin’ do’

[verse 1: rich brian]
don’t give a f-ck, poppin’ bottles in the club
tryna f-ck atlanta b-tch but let her lick the pussy up
turn your b-tch into a dyk-, finna need her baptized
pool full of liquor, finna dive in her eyes
b-tch i don’t care, finna f-ck a b-tch with no protection i be ignant
pray to god i’ma die with my nine on my side
mothaf-ck cops, bustin’ like a pork, better hide
put my d-ck in her mouth, call that shit a metapo
cigarettes to my lungs ’til i let the pistol go
look into my eyes, tell me what you wanna do
‘fore i k!ll you in the street with the rest of your crew
i did this, you know this, the mark on my cheek
where the bullet grazed, and it almost took my life
forgot what day feels like, i only live at night
like a bat, not a rat, never die where you at, hoe

[verse 2: pouya]
i can’t see, walk, talk, been straight, ho breakin’
ain’t nothin’, the energy i generate
the underground underdog ’bout to fall off
into another generation
i was workin’, bussin’ tables, now i got my own squid on the plate
f-ck the fame, baby, i don’t wanna live in l.a
back to the m-i-a to the m-i
gon’ lay with a ho, face in the c-ke lines
toe taggin’ rappers thinkin’ that they’re snappin’
goin’ bar to bar with me is suicide
you or i, do or die, baby, don’t even worry about who am i
bank account go stupid now
you should know about the whip situation (ayy)
tour been feelin’ like a d-mn vacation
germ f-cked up, wakin’ up not knowin’ where he at
you was blacked out in the d-mn basement

[verse 3: ghostface k!llah]
yo, i don’t give two f-cks, i blow big bucks
strip club, white pussy marks on my black tux
’cause after the party’s the hotel lobby
and that b-tch gonna give me more head than steve harvey
i keep a duffle bag, not like the money team
all c-ked out on a scale of a triple beam
nah mean? f-ck a team of guerrillas
silverback stomp out your gang of chinchillas
suitcase, military scopes
korean shotty up the sleeve of my coat
each slug is like one big egg roll
impact, you could lose half of your leg, bro
’cause we don’t play those games
franco hit the deck, click, clack, take aim
guns never jam, we don’t waste rounds
best shot’s behind the ear like chhhk bow

- rich brian lyrics

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