lirik lagu dj chi - $kwadd
(j-hop)
[hook]
all i’m really tryna do is rich with my homies
on the grind tryna get it got your shorty on me, steady screaming f the opps till they free my homies
all i’m really tryna do is get rich with my homies, x2
[verse 1]
get rich muf-cka what ya talkin’ bout
spit a verse he in a he-rs- my n-gga chalk em out
cause we switch lanes on e, no license tinted window honda
and to add on top of that my pigment no where close to blanca
blanca, you f-ck n-ggas was worried bout osama?
comin’ thru we bomb ya, bombs on obama
spit like tnt, but we bringing no drama
spit that pcp, that’s that angel dust
i’m an angel with a angle you can’t handle us
we dismantle huff, whack rappers on the muhf-ckin’ cameras bruh
you gets no love, take valentines day up off ya calendar
you look like big sean do you rap like this?
f-ck that n-gga he wish his sh-t was nice like this
turn the mic into a choppa that’s a verbal spray
you f-ck rappers need to get the f-ck up out my way
(bk bambino)
[hook]
ain’t n0body really messin’ wit get rich and that’s just to keep it 100 percent
and if a goofy start runnin’ they mouth
then my homies they drumming the trumpet a spit
you see i’m ballin’ you movin’ yo’ pivot you travel wit snitches you ain’t really wit it
models know my lyrics finishin’ my sentences
v12’n they engine hit it then i’m splitting
banana clip rippin’ i’m on a mission
if shorty good lookin’ she can get the d-ckens
bet
she give me thighs like i’m eatin’ chicken
broski gettin’ high, he smokin’ that midget
if you think you fine, then give me the digits
when i open blinds
shorty open eyes tell her open wide and give her a present
might just give her seconds
tell her spread the message
(femdot)
[hook]
you down with opp? you better not. or dot lyrically let the metal pop
there’s a shot. hold on wait, there’s shot. where’s a opp? there’s a opp. now where’s the opp
leo a lion. i look the mane. like a leo you lying you look like a stain
you and gang. x2 lysol them n-ggas wipe away. murder all of you n-ggas. here’s the burner for all you n-ggas
praise god the look what he did today
ya’ll better go gospel this ain’t yo lane. ya’ll better kirk franklin or get out my way
better find god or become prey. god put you on this earth. but put me here to take you n-ggas away
comparing who ? man that be hysterical. evil n-gga probably send a bomb threat to your burial
what you mean dot ain’t dope my n-gga. dot be the rap game pope my n-gga. oh yeah well hears a rope my n-gga
choke x5 my n-gga. breath now x2 dot about to senile
just broke up with my girl about to use your chick for a rebound
cause its get rich though, rolling with some misfits though, what you think we got l!cks for
chick on my broomstick, get that gold whats that qudich though
lyrical pistol drop down hit the floor. get out the way, mystikal
hold on where yo sister go? femi home there yo sister go? wait first before she has to go tell her go grab her clothes
wanna s-x me she think i’m on. wasn’t supposed be here. now i’m finna sleep here, n-gga i’m cold now? well imagine i’m three years
young skinny n-gga whereas the body
attention don’t get bodied. cold case wheres the bodies
rappers sweating where’s the molly?
(dj chi)
[outro]
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