Lyrics:
rebuttals for real
Ya chick a thot, she lick the cock
Then gave scar to my man
Have four balls in her hand
She got jugglin' skills
But stop by ya spot
a man in a checkered suit drove up in a big
Lincoln continental, and he laid a huge,
Bulging envelope right at the corner of billy the mountain,
am justified by my faith in Christ
Galatians 3:7
I am a son of Abraham because I have faith
Galatians 3:9
Today, I am blessed with believing Abraham
ain't no stopping us now, my nigga
[Freck Billionaire]
Ya clip trip, clip spit
Get your strip wet
I got the rubber grip Smith and my rich sweats
give me noggin
I been intelligent, flyer than a pelican
I don't by the propaganda, man forget the president!
I pop an addy in the back seat of a cady
Yo (damn) Young Buck where my money at man
My niggas is playing what nobody
In here but you, spyder and Mase
There's supposed to be three
Hundred
up on Weezy,
Haze smoke in the room,
Cough, cough,
cnd it got my chest wheezing, uh,
No white, only green,
Throw your Ls up, for Leeds,
Man, I
Don't you know I got kis by the three
When I chirp, shawty chirp back
Louie knapsack where I'm holding all the work at
What you know about that? What
On A Hunt, I just wanna be rich
Man On A Hunt, get away from me
I'd take my own life
Make own my style
ISo Lomzi, a sight for sore eyes
Dude is so nice
I was born legendary on the 12th of February
Big fat rich nigga, call me Refrigerator Perry
If I piss on your head then call it rain, do you
know
I ain't never had a flight down to Mexico
But it took me 3 bricks to buy a CITGO
And a CITGO and a CITGO
Fat nigga went legit and got rich folks
Some manors don’t like me
'Cause I say I’m the king of grime
So time after time I show man
I will never let no man diss the programme
Over and over
(SpiffoMadeIt) Ho
I remember when my teacher said that I won't be shit
Now I'm rich, I can't wait 'til I see that stupid bitch (racks)
Got these
of these pillz call me in the morning
Fifty thousand pillz man I'm so real
Three dollars for a pill that's a damn good deal
Ay whats up Gucci Mane
Why
the corner and when she came
I grabbed her by the arm and I asked her name
She said it was Anita and her man's in Santa Rita
I took her to my house
the corner and when she came
I grabbed her by the arm and I asked her name
She said it was Anita and her man's in Santa Rita
I took her to my house
a man like D-E-E, come on
Come on do you really think I give
Two shit's if you're greazy?
I don't think so
You man ain't seen greazy yet
When my mandem
wish
I wanna get Rich
I'm getting real big
I need a big crib
I want a bad bitch
We having three kids
Ima let my new bitch drive my whip to flex on my ex
the way that I win
Paid thirty for that
Man you smoking on boo boo
Death come in three's well we
Smoking on you two
Quit rap to work
Cuz he know we harder
and lying in bed
But nowadays there's no time man I'm after this bread
I'm not broke, I'm pre-rich
I'm not broke, I'm pre-rich
I'm not broke, I'm pre-rich
ain't no stopping us now, my nigga
[Freck Billionaire]
Ya clip trip, clip spit
Get your strip wet
I got the rubber grip Smith and my rich sweats
even if I gotta
Fuck, suck and swallow in the parking lot
Gonzales Park, I'm followed by a married man, a father of three
My titties bounce
undefined, but understand
You won't pop Molly, you don't cop Xan
And you take the trolley only where the paps stand
You got bodied in Armani by the top man
No
that Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brook
Uh, uhh, uh huh, uh uhh, uh uhh
Uh huh, uhh
Yo, career crook, nobody rap Brooklyn like me
Jigga-Man, Volume 3, I'm
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