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rich gang - pull up (rg2) كلمات الأغنية

[intro: ralo & jacquees]
yeah, yeah
jacquees, young stunna, baby i’m the third
and i’m a threat n-gga, ralo
what?
(we got london on da track)
famgoon

[chorus: jacquees]
came up i done did it (i done did it)
push your cap back, no fitted (no fitted)
that bank roll, gotta get it (gotta get it)
ain’t taking these n-ggas serious (n-ggas serious)
i got cash money, no limits (no limit)
tie that flag round me, this that scrimmage (this that scrimmage)
we done been down for a minute (for a minute)
i done been down, now i’m living (now i’m livin’)
yeah i’m still riding with the boys (the boys)
still riding with the toys (the toys)
we’ll pull up on you, don’t make us pull up on you
now everything i got i own, these bad b-tches catching on
fast money and it’s long, i got big money like a phone

[verse 1: ralo]
i got that money, i got that bag, i got that cash
don’t get him mad, he gonna blast, where are they at?
all of these n-ggas been hating on us
i think they mad ’cause we making them bucks
who give a f-ck, who give a f-ck?
we gonna light one of these n-ggas up
came up, i done did it, ralo done f-cked up the city
all of my n-ggas be with it, none of my n-ggas ain’t quitting
all of them people gon’ feel me, all of them people gon’ hear me
ralo done stepped in the building, yeah
i miss dog food, it made me a millionaire

[verse 2: birdman & jacquees]
designer on my (designer on my)
got me sliding on my (sliding on my)
got me riding with my (riding with my)
fifty times with my (times with my)
it’s do or die with my (do or die with my)
and if you play, you know we ridin’, suicide for now
bad b-tch with no talking, that four-four will go barking
them p-ssy n-ggas start talking, them p-ssy n-ggas we chalkin’, yeah
candy paint on them boys, got them hollow tips for that noise
my little one kept it so silent, n-gga he’s g’d up on that charge

[verse 3: j-soul]
young soul, rich gang
ain’t sh-t changing my chain
got your girlfriend screaming my name
she down to smash my gang
j-soul from the six
two months ago i didn’t have sh-t
now i’m richer than a b-tch and i sh-t gold bricks
and my bad b-tches come with twins, yeah yeah yeah

[verse 4: derez de’shon]
i came up a long way from sleeping on the floor in public housing
remember them b-tches wouldn’t give me no play, now i cannot keep them from ’round me
b-tch mention me, she get pounded
i want her head like a bounty
used to be starving now i swear i want it all
that comes with the bread like a sauce, derez de’shon

[outro: birdman]
yeah, beezo
get them f-ckin’ straps
f-ck what’s brackin’ n-gga, what’s brackin n-ggas, baow, yeah
ayy ralo, get them n-ggas and them bags
b-tow, b-low, f-ck ’em
derez get the two-two-three, you understand me?
i got the forty cal and the double old school uzi, you understand me?
spark nothin’ but them lights boy
empty your motherf-ckin’ safe n-gga
baow baow baow, yeah
j-soul, t-dot, brrat, brrat
big money no talkin’, yeah, them p-ssy n-ggas we chalkin’, yeah
rich gang lifestyle, hustle n-gga

- rich gang

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