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rich brian - who that be (josh pan & westine remix) lyrics

[verse 1]
your b+tch on me
but you can never do nothing
’cause your mama raised a p+ssy
every time i walk to the drop top
can’t help but close my eyes
’cause my whip so glossy
godd+mn, b+tch
i don’t smoke no gas
i don’t pop no xans
h+lla cake
i just need that ass
don’t worry ’bout no mans
look at me, look at he
you don’t wanna f+ck with we
hit the streets, roll on me
you gon’ end up in the sea

[bridge 1]
seven thirty, wake up
skrrt up in the lobby
then proceed to flee
all my people riding
in the backseat, on a k!lling spree
wait, who that be?
ready on the count of three
squeeze the g
leave the scene
bouncing like the trampoline

[chorus]
getting bread, earn income, mane
spend it on this balmain
work it all night
i might run into the batman
don’t see no such thing
as a motherf+ckin’ bro, mane
you ain’t f+cking sl!ck
if you think you in my team, mane

[verse 2]
we gon’ pull up on the kids
with a flat brim cap
and the tats, get the brick
and i don’t give a f+ck
hit ’em with the d+mn d+cks
man, hold up, pause
now they red like santa claus
i’m a g
bet there’s something wrong with me
all these mans on the ground
looking like the dead+ass+sea
yeah, pull up on me
sip a high tea ’til i o.d
i don’t really give a f+ck no more
be skrrt+skrrt
onomatopoe
b+tch grand prix
pull up on a f+cking enemy
third degree (godd+mn)

[bridge 2]
now i’ma go right back to the crib (to the crib, b+tch)
and leave the f+cking country with the brick
i’d call the cops on myself if i can (if i can)
this sh+t too crazy
need the f+cking ambulance (ambulance)
don’t wear no jacket
i just wear that metal vest
got all this money
but these b+tches unimpressed

- rich brian lyrics

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