Richie Rich

[Verse 1: Richie Rich]
I learned first
A bitch gon move like she wanna
Through the grass, to camaflauge the ass
Her main goal, the cats at the top of the pole
Shes 17
Already on the 18th hole
Thats how it goes
Niggas better check these hoes
Bust moves to improve
Try to stay on ya toes
Cuz this bitch, she guppyin up with every balla,
Dont hate me cuz the bitch ate me
I seen it happen
Whats poppin, is hoopin and rappin
She call me papi,
Never bought this bitch versace
Dawn and Karen, that things in the black LeBaron,
Got her transportin
Now she feel important
Little girl gone bad, she dancin at the club
Mad den a mothafucka lookin for love
She fuckin everything
And a nigga cant control her
Hoopas, rappas, thugs, and high rollas
[Chorus]
If I fucked yo bitch
Would a nigga trip?
Knowin that she go around blowin niggas dicks
If I fucked yo bitch
Would a nigga trip?
Knowin that she go around blowin niggas dicks
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[Verse 2: Richie Rich]
You know, like I know
Paid niggas live
The M ticket, make the hoes wanna kick it
All groupies
Big, tall, and small groupies
Niggas get paid
Believe they all groupies
She got a nigga
And she love him
Aint gon leave him
But quick to cross, with any nigga that floss
Boy Im tellin ya
Its your job to test your bitch
If her legs open
Believe I can arrest your bitch
She fine than a mothafucka bout to get fucked
And no loss bein broke
Cuz nigga we aint folks
Playa policy, you should have more than one hoe
Cuz when she drop down below
Damn, there she blow
Its on now
But before she hit the house
The scope fo sho
I let her wash out her mouth
Now she kissin you
Screamin how she missin you
In love with one bitch
He bit the tougne kiss
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Richie Rich]
If I fucked her
As if he fucked her
Would it break ya heart
If I told ya, we fucked her
Be up together
Shit I broke, they slept together
Im the balla
At ya house the crank caller
Let me be the reason you get caller I.D.
Ya cant check her
These clients at the business respect her
She love this
Nigga no lie, I fucked your bitch
I know it hurts
But if ya scared go to church
Respect a thug
I kept ya bitch out the mud
Gave a game of trey
Showed her how to get paid
Dont mug me
Nigga you should take me to lunch
I got a hunch
That we gonna see each other a bunch
Like that GS 3
Boy thats PS me
Its all pimpin
Trick you should pay more attention
Cant hate it
When practically we related
She your wife, my hoe
Its your bitch, with my dough
[Chorus]
[Verse 4: Richie Rich]
Ya bitch hit the studio
Tryin to see
Just how much dick she gotta suck to fuck with me
Said you was proper
But shit you wasnt a thug
She had a phat ass on her
I couldnt pass on her
Its too cats in a bitch life
Two mackin a trick
They keep her even
Some how this trick keep believin
That hes the playa
Nothin to lose its all game
Like bein a trick for this bitch is a small thang
I knew though
When Im doin my thang real quick with a bitch
Be slick with a bitch
She slip
Nigga dont stick with a bitch
Get ghost on a bitch
Stay close, pop like toast on a bitch
Play Benz on a bitch
T.V.s 20 inch rims on a bitch
Break wind on a bitch
Go deep
Then take 10 on a bitch
Drop south on a bitch
Put dick all on the mouth with a bitch
Ima out on a bitch
Thats really all Im bout on a bitch
Its me, Jazzy-Fay, and Dent tryin to pay the rent
[Chorus to end]
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