Yeah, b#tch
You know who it is
Racks on racks on racks yeah
Yeah
Beva b#tch, why the f#ck you ain’t living your vita b#tch
I’m Cena b#tch, cause you ain’t ever seen us b#tch
Always passed the beanie never really fit, really sick
Taking LSD, I can’t feel my legs, biking down the streets and taking pictures
I don’t even sell no sh#t, shhh
Yeah
I don’t even sell no sh#t
And the money dead, I don’t care
Imma make it spend again, parking lot you know we spin again
Library trap, we don’t talk about it
If they ask you no you don’t know sh#t
Play pretend, tell your friend
You a p#ss# like you like to lick your legs
All my money in my bead, Bedrock – Rockhard
So my money long, all my chins Hong – Kong
All my sh#t dot com, I’ma blow, I know I’m the bomb
Money gonna pass my moms, money gonna pass my top
Yeah, f#ck it then we ball, yeah f#cking till we ball
Eyes out like we really ain’t the ball
Eat the bars, like a really ate the song
I’m the boss, Rick Ross
b#tch you know I shop at Ross
You know I’m gon be on top
Keep your money in your mouth, I only speak bread
In the Pontiac, smoking till my lungs like sheet spread
I know I’m the GOAT, I don’t even need a mirror
If you gon be a b#tch, I don’t need a mere friend
I don’t need them, I don’t need them
If you gon be a b#tch, I don’t need a mere friend
Orator
Yo, f#ck the opps
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Orator-s Lyrics – Green Wrist
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