Hells finest
• Written by 06121994
Rich Smooth.
Hells finest.
Since we being one hundred.
I can get you niggas fronted.
But then again I can't.
i don't owe you fag niggas nothing.
.bitch keep fucking up the work.
but she look good in the kitchen.
she got me reaching up her skirt.
Got the brick still whipping.
I'll touch a Bitch from across the room.
bad bitch top notch.
she the type to mix Louie with ricky.
Audi got her scarred by the fast cars.
Bitch this a crushed up Bentley.
Couple bus downs cuban links shirt givenchy.
Amrs scratch from the perks.
money hand still itchen.
Richy Smooth med west.
took the caps off the mitten.
I took my bitch birkin bags ripped out all of the stitching.
Told em give her the Benz trade the jag it's a S550 .
riding top down no sun.
just me some shooters with sticks and switches no hockey.
we used to snatching niggas chains.
Jewelry stores got us richer.
all these bus down rollys keep the time still ticking.
I crushed all the ice up.
putting diamonds in dentures.
kids out here dying oops still out here livin.
But who am I to talk.
I'm still telling oops to pop out.
they all still somebody children.
this girl that I'm with got a hit but she a cat not a bitch.
you thought all my niggas was pits from the prints .
I told my bitch to get some more rizzy.
this shit got my wrist lit.
fina get my bitch rich.
this the type of money make a nigga use to sell bricks.
im still dippin in it.
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06121994
Member since December 9 2024