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shanghai - rich $tunna lyrics

[intro: trinidad cartel & haitian doll]
on a real b*tch, i’m a real b*tch
i run around with them real b*tch
got real sons, i need a real sitter
when i leave b*tch, they get real bitter
on a real b*tch, i’m a real b*tch
roll upon ya, ro*ro*ro*roll upon ya
roll upon ya, ro*ro*ro*roll upon ya

[verse 1: rich $tunna]
dc’s here, this is where crack lives
and took a couple pills
because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips
rap sk!lls when i cap k!lls like gangsters with nap pills
double m*g not to mention we got that
we’re just popping pills yea that real sh*t
check my bank account, got racks on racks
pills straight from the lab, perhaps
so come on and go on eat some of your pills
hardеr to escape the jail cеlls and bills
oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips
and the kitchen table is were i find my pills
i’m throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets
she tells us not to do drugs, alcohol or pop pills

[hook: trinidad cartel & haitian doll]
on a real b*tch, i’m a real b*tch
i run around with them real b*tch
got real sons, i need a real sitter
when i leave b*tch, they get real bitter
on a real b*tch, i’m a real b*tch
roll upon ya, ro*ro*ro*roll upon ya
roll upon ya, ro*ro*ro*roll upon ya
[verse 2: ms. mama]
matter fact i am farmer john milkin’ cattle tracks
this is my high rap
you can’t even touch my high stacks
but on some real sh*t, f*ck getting high
how high? , higher than the kites they fly
the world stops revolving the gravity is high
keep your eyes open, i can only say i’ll try
and i know that your supply
whilst in a school called junior high
you know i want a piece of that pie
he struck gold, words an everlasting high
i’m the other guy
all you can do is get high
i told her all about how we been living a lie
a kamikaze samurai, when i’m feeling kinda high
just like a priest whose preaching on high
maybe a peaceful night, baby don’t cry

[hook: trinidad cartel & haitian doll]
on a real b*tch, i’m a real b*tch
i run around with them real b*tch
got real sons, i need a real sitter
when i leave b*tch, they get real bitter
on a real b*tch, i’m a real b*tch
roll upon ya, ro*ro*ro*roll upon ya
roll upon ya, ro*ro*ro*roll upon ya
[verse 3: rich vybz]
six and a half million
so now she picks up the gun
we drive around in million dollar sports cars
slangin’ rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box
you make a b*tch night turn day
my path’s in eight lanes, eight chains, great word play
we take our seats, in the first row out of eight
i let her decorate the real estate
been locked up eight years on the real
but ain’t gonna be no stress in here
“ma, i gotta eat…i don’t know your religion
roll my blunts fat, i’m finna make a million

[verse 4: ripsi winelover]
don’t be surprised. if i hit you with a sack of rice
could be just as fly as some of the big time rap guys
enjoy your carrot as you stuck it up your ass
partner it up with some good rice
on my rise cause i’m an a*god
cash ruled everything around me,like wu*tang said
hat i see u right ahead….get it…..cuz i ain’t done yet
and you ride with this
but when it comes to b*tches
‘cuz you always keep it real
but it’s clouds over here
real b*tches get real sh*t
so i banged for a minute
it’s official, she my misses
like i been slapping b*tches
cause real b*tches do real things
they say he the key to my blessings
cause b*tch, i’m big business
give a f*ck you b*tches
the emergency room, gettin stitches
yeah, there is no cage b*tches
but i’m still f*ckin these b*tches
as my record label nitpicks at this
school ain’t even start yet, there ain’t not freaks here
i roll with real gangs stole ‘n steal grams make a b*tch squeal
real bad b*tch, ima real mad b*tch
when im happy i get real b*tches
to call me mama, they crawl all over me til i say quit b*tch
fantasizing about the fountains
i have better ideas, why f*ck it with college
no gimmick: real time, real heart
ballin, folarin so godd*mn hard
girl i don’t want to rush tonight
and show that b*tch what real sparks look like
[hook: trinidad cartel & haitian doll]
on a real b*tch, i’m a real b*tch
i run around with them real b*tch
got real sons, i need a real sitter
when i leave b*tch, they get real bitter
on a real b*tch, i’m a real b*tch
roll upon ya, ro*ro*ro*roll upon ya
roll upon ya, ro*ro*ro*roll upon ya

[outro: ripsi winelover]
when we bang, bye
pop pills, now we shanghai
when we bang, bye
pop pills, now we shanghai
when we bang, bye
pop pills, now we shanghai
shanghai, shanghai, shanghai
shanghai, shanghai, shanghai
shanghai, shanghai, shanghai
shanghai, shanghai, shanghai
when we bang, bye
pop pills, now we shanghai, yeah
when we bang, bye
pop pills, now we shanghai, yeah

- rich tunna lyrics

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