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(Boy) (I just told Richie we rich) These niggas be lying All the time These niggas so washed up Need my backend before I show up We got big sticks so who want smoke wit' us? I got hella hoes 'cause I hate to choose Go, go, go, go Making so much money now my bank account got froze Got my Spanish ho, she don't know no English But she know what I mean when I say, "Come and eat this penis" Can't do no chit-chat, pull up then we air it out Fucking on your thot, just might pull her hair out Walk inside the bank and you know I pull them racks out Hide your hoe, 'cause if you know, she going home with me Walk around with two Styrofoam cups, people think it's something wrong with me I'm at the top like a goat, and all of these niggas, they under me Bullets, they hit you, they sting, it's feeling like a bumblebee I send you to God, I think he need your company These niggas by lying, on my soul Lying These niggas be lying Letras de canciones These niggas be lying All the time These niggas so washed up Need my backend before I show up We got big sticks so who want smoke wit' us? From Letras Mania