lirik lagu richtown butter – iur flow
[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
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