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iur flow - richtown butter lyrics

[intro: richtown b*tter]
hold on, hah
b*tch
f*ck is wrong with u dumbass n*ggas, hold on
d*mn, max
real gang sh*t, hold on
i don’t even gon’ start this b*tch back, but i’ll just talk crazy on this b*tch n*gga no cap (you hard as h*ll dog)
[?]
n*gga free lil kodak
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah

[verse 1: richtown b*tter]
i don’t do no robbin’ [?] n*ggas do
f*ck i’m supposed to patrol, what the f*ck these n*ggas wanna do (for real)
laugh at that, this dumbass n*gga know i set that play
even when we at the curb, b*tch we got 2 k
b*tch, michael actson
you better hold (?) not f*cking there cause he gon’ clap somethin’
n*ggas ain’t been shootin’ no videos, now i’m back hungry
my dog must’ve got some money cause he actin’ back phony
(huh)
n*gga i ain’t no [?], but i be rollin’ with them
i’m with gang, we off them percs, i be rollin’ with them
if it’s us, [?], i be rollin’ with them
it be hard to function, i can’t focus if it ain’t drugs in my system
threw a terrier on the chop, imma [?] ’em
i can’t even catch [?], get ’em
like why d*ck sucking? show fake love
you got a gang full of hoes, n*gga, y’all fake thugs
b*tch, me and my ceo, we’ll crash out
i just dropped a couple of bowls off at the stank house
we’ll f*ck around and leave a n*gga stanking in the house
all my n*ggas really with that sh*t, f*ck you talkin’ bout?
we in my hood, we walk n*ggas in and we walk ’em out
if a n*gga talk down, d*mn, bro already walked him down
n*gga you heard my f*ckin’ price, n*gga don’t try to talk me down
i was bored locked in school teacher[?], now i’m chalkin’ out
give a f*ck who was talkin’, d*mn don’t give a f*ck bout now
if a n*gga come out way i’m coming with a hundred rounds
we should put a opp in the bow, that’s a couple pounds
we ain’t even want to smoke that n*gga, shipped him out of town
my dog really out of sh*t, don’t get loud with us
we ain’t come to play ball, we’ll get foul with it
(hold on, hold on, hold on)
somebody put a opp in the wood and get loud with you
[verse 2: icewear vezzo]
yeah
run up on him with that cannon, make him run from me
i’ll up that drac’ on n*ggas’ babies for that young money
i’m finna do a walkthrough, they got a dub for me
treat the trap like my playground, now i got club money
i’m from detroit, f*ck
you might not understand
count that paper that’s two mil in cash, i need double hands
freaky b*tch, finna pop that p*ssy like a rubber band
hit my show, jump right on the stage, i snuck cutter in
iced up records
yeah, we the new cash money
f*ck that, we the new death row, come sell a slab for me
cut a bricky, jumping off the scale, look like cab money
got a skinny b*tch, but she got money, bought that ass for me
hundred rounds pokin’ out my shirt, this the bl!cky dance
water in my rollie look r*t*rded, call it chicken man
i just got some head in vip, gotta fix my pants
we caught a opp lackin’ in the club, n*gga tripped and ran
i want 50 for a show, yeah, that’s my new price
sign a million dollar record deal, and i bought new ice
real drank legend in my city, i sold lou pints
met a b*tch and hit her the first day, she spent two nights

[outro: icewear vezzo]
hmm, yeah
freaky hoe
she spent two nights

- richtown butter lyrics

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