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who that be - rich brian lyrics

[verse 1]
yo b-tch on me but you can never do nothing
’cause yo’ mama raised a pussy
every time i walk to the drop top, can’t help but
close my eyes ’cause my whip so glossy
god d-mn, b-tch, i don’t smoke no gas
i don’t pop no xans, h-lla cake
i just need that -ss, 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]
7:30, wake up, skrt up in the lobby then proceed to flee
all my people ridin’ in the backseat on a k!llin’ spree
wait, who that be, ready on the count of 3
squeeze the g, leave the scene
bouncin’ like the trampoline

[chorus]
gettin’ bread, earn income (man)
spent it on this balmain
working all night i might run into the batman
i don’t see no such thing as a mothe’f-ckin’ bro, mane
you ain’t f-ckin’ slick 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, lookin like the dead -ss sea
yeah, pull up on me, sip a high-t, ’til i od
i don’t really give a f-ck no more, b
skrrt skrrt onamonapee, b-tch grand prix
pull up on a f-ckin enemy, third degree
now i’ma go right back to the crib (to the crib b-tch)
and leave the f-ckin country with the brick (loudpack)

[bridge 2]
i’d call the cops on myself if i can (if i can)
this shit too crazy, need the f-ckin ambulance (ambulance)
don’t wear no jackets, i just wear that metal vest (skrrt skrrt)
got all this money but these b-tches unimpressed (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[chorus]
getting bread, earn income (man)
spend it on this balmain
working all night i might run into the bat (man)
i don’t see no such thing as a motherf-cking bro mane
you ain’t f-cking slick if you think you in my team, mane

[bridge 1]
7:30 wake up skrt up in the lobby then proceed to flee
all my people riding in the back seat on a k!lling spree
wait, who that be? ready on the count of 3
squeeze the g, leave the scene
bouncin’ like the trampoline
yeah

- rich brian lyrics

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