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Young rich niggas

2013

Fuck 12

Call real money, talkin bout money
Nothing but hers, fo real!
Best side of them mocking birds is they humming
Bow bow prow, that’s them hollow tips as they comin
Up with yo skirt!
Woo woo, fuck on that county
Fuck!

Da fuck?
Aye throw that shit, throw that shit 12 outside
Hurry up man, hurry up man
Let go nigga, let’s go put em up

(Hook x2)
It’s a knock at my front door
12 kickin in my front door
Now we runnin out the back door
Droppin flexes is the life of that bando

It’s a knock at my front door
They lookin for tec like they holdin them streets, I be sellin that blow (who?)
it’s a pot on a stove, whippin the blow, 100 those roll
I hit the bado and every grip on me I set at a store
Call real money, talkin bout money
Nothing but hers, fo real!
Best side of them mocking birds is they humming
Bow bow prow, that’s them hollow tips as they comin
Up with yo skirt!
Woo woo, fuck on that county
Fuck!

Pull up that skirt in the Audi
Hit 200 on the highway
Skip going crazy in Mazzie
Drop like a cold body
Maybach pull up in the Rari
Versace my back like I’m harded
I’m sellin them burgers like Harleys
A white you told me I’m gnarly

(Hook x2)
It’s a knock at my front door
12 kickin in my front door
Now we runnin out the back door
Droppin flexes is the life of that bando

Man fuck, my mama hit my phone
Player in home, they won’t leave me alone (goddamn, aye nigga flex work)
Might flex that work, skip by the dip, he runnin with a zip
It’s 100, want me to quick trip
Nigga you turn, get outta here

2 too many snakes in the grab now somebody tell a snake
He go 10 bands skip, get his son a belt
Wutchu mean hand you the pistol? Hear the mack 11
‘Cos it’s a call right now, want that nigga dead at 7
Got off the phone with Gucci, he told us we on the news
We all over the channels, fuck 5-11 and 2
We said we sell a burge of Henny when you need some money
We taking drinkin for a private plane, we bout to leave the country

(Hook x2)
It’s a knock at my front door
12 kickin in my front door
Now we runnin out the back door
Droppin flexes is the life of that bando

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Da fuck?
Aye throw that shit, throw that shit 12 outside
Hurry up man, hurry up man
Let go nigga, let’s go put em up

(Hook x2)
It’s a knock at my front door
12 kickin in my front door
Now we runnin out the back door
Droppin flexes is the life of that bando

It’s a knock at my front door
They lookin for tec like they holdin them streets, I be sellin that blow (who?)
it’s a pot on a stove, whippin the blow, 100 those roll
I hit the bado and every grip on me I set at a store
Call real money, talkin bout money
Nothing but hers, fo real!
Best side of them mocking birds is they humming
Bow bow prow, that’s them hollow tips as they comin
Up with yo skirt!
Woo woo, fuck on that county
Fuck!

Pull up that skirt in the Audi
Hit 200 on the highway
Skip going crazy in Mazzie
Drop like a cold body
Maybach pull up in the Rari
Versace my back like I’m harded
I’m sellin them burgers like Harleys
A white you told me I’m gnarly

(Hook x2)
It’s a knock at my front door
12 kickin in my front door
Now we runnin out the back door
Droppin flexes is the life of that bando

Man fuck, my mama hit my phone
Player in home, they won’t leave me alone (goddamn, aye nigga flex work)
Might flex that work, skip by the dip, he runnin with a zip
It’s 100, want me to quick trip
Nigga you turn, get outta here

2 too many snakes in the grab now somebody tell a snake
He go 10 bands skip, get his son a belt
Wutchu mean hand you the pistol? Hear the mack 11
‘Cos it’s a call right now, want that nigga dead at 7
Got off the phone with Gucci, he told us we on the news
We all over the channels, fuck 5-11 and 2
We said we sell a burge of Henny when you need some money
We taking drinkin for a private plane, we bout to leave the country

(Hook x2)
It’s a knock at my front door
12 kickin in my front door
Now we runnin out the back door
Droppin flexes is the life of that bando