lirik lagu woodboy gee - rich off selling dope
[intro: woodboy gee]
rich off sellin’ dope
i got rich off sellin’— i did (i got rich off— yeah)
i got rich off—
yeah
i got rich off— (i did)
yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
[chorus: woodboy gee]
i got rich off sellin’ dope (rich off sellin’ dope), rich off sellin’ dope (yeah)
i got rich off sellin’ dope (i did), i got rich off sellin’ dope (i did)
i got rich off sellin’ dope (sellin’ dope), rich off sellin’ dope (yeah)
i got rich off sellin’ dope (uh), i got rich off sellin’ dope (woodboy gee, man, i did)
[verse 1: woodboy gee]
i got rich off sellin’ dope, keep bricks of coke goin’ for the low (rich off sellin’ dope)
chopper sittin’ right by the door, two hundred ‘bows sittin’ on the floor (frrt, frrt, frrt)
i scr~pe the bowl, i need them extra grams, the shake be gettin’ sold (yeah)
i traffic loads, i put work on the road, that’s why my jewelry froze (ice)
i’m double dippin’, i’m kickin’ it with two hoes, i’m pushin’ heavy p
my trap terrific, i bought it for under a band and charged him seventeen (d~mn)
pull up, we got what you need (yeah), i got fresh off servin’ fiends (uh)
we got bricks like mr. clean (what?), bro sell percocets and lean (yeah)
bae, if you take this pack to jacksonville, i’ll buy you new celine (i did)
yoke up to the texaco for ‘za, this 93 supreme (yeah)
i keep some lethal weapons in my car, they tryna take the key (bah)
trap jump like a trampoline (uh), shooters shoot like danny green (yeah)
[chorus: woodboy gee]
i got rich off sellin’ dope (rich off sellin’ dope), rich off sellin’ dope (yeah)
i got rich off sellin’ dope (i did), i got rich off sellin’ dope (i did)
i got rich off sellin’ dope (sellin’ dope), rich off sellin’ dope (yeah)
i got rich off sellin’ dope (i did), i got rich off sellin’ dope
[verse 2: rob49]
yeah, i got rich off sellin’ weed (yeah)
it’s just me and woodboy gee, i’m makin’ my soldiers creep (my soldiers creep)
my first rap check that i touched, i put it back in the street, n~gga (brrt), big old p pusher (yeah)
slim bad~b~tch getter (yeah), real~deal wife f~cker (real~deal wife f~cker), yeah
miss my n~ggas (yeah), same time, missin’ my b~tch too (missin’ my b~tch too)
i’m gon’ leave my ho before my pistol (before my pistol), yeah
7.62 spittin’, sound like a missile (like a missile), pew
we got back on n~ggas who got my n~gga (we got back on n~ggas who got my, yeah)
trapper, rapper, savage, yeah
still in the hood gettin’ active with it (brrt)
real dumb b~tch do whatever for me (yeah)
i tell her f~ck bro, she f~ck my n~gga (yeah)
slimy, slimy, slimy as ever
i told her record, she tell me she love me (yeah)
i ain’t never trust no b~tch or cuff no b~tch
all i know walk down on n~ggas (brrt)
[chorus: woodboy gee]
i got rich off sellin’ dope (rich off sellin’ dope), rich off sellin’ dope (yeah)
i got rich off sellin’ dope (i did), i got rich off sellin’ dope (i did)
i got rich off sellin’ dope (sellin’ dope), rich off sellin’ dope (yeah)
i got rich off sellin’ dope (i did), i got rich off sellin’ dope (i did)
[outro: woodboy gee]
n~gga, rich off sellin’ dope
i got rich off, i did
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