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Rich Boy

The Madness

 

The Madness

(album: Rich Boy - 2007)


You Niggas Gon Learn Buck A Buckin D-Boy Squad Buck A Buckin Rich Boy

[Verse 1:]
Im In That Phantom, Askin For That Grey Poupon, Look At My Arm Bitch, Ya See Da Charm Bitch.
Sweet Home Albama Yeah I Love Her I Still Try Ta Hug Her Even Though She Aint My Color.
Yeah Im Fucking Wit That-Home Boy But Aint Nothin Left
See I Got Enough Heart To March Wit Martin Luther King,
Got Them Killers Right By Me And We Can Have A Party If Ya Niggas Wanna Try Me, Suprise, We Got Some Fireworks For Ya, Pop The Trunk Get The Gift Inside Lemme Show Ya, Niggas Treat That Coke Like A Joke A Cocane Citys Like A Murder Up In Copelnd, Pick Ya Brain Like A Buncha Snow Flakes, Yeah I Put That Weight Down Now Its Real Estate

[HOOK:]
Tell Me Watcha Know Bout Me Boy, Dats Me Ima Mothafuckin D-Boy. Tell Me Watcha Know Bout Me Boy, Dats Me Ima Mothafuckin D-Boy. Yeah, So, Go D-Boy, Yeah, So, Go D-Boy, Yeah, So, Go D-Boy, Yeah, So, Go D-Boy

[Verse 2:]
If It Aint The Truth Me And My Nigga Dont Write It, 9 Years from the day My Uncle Man Got Indicted, i thank god for the hard times when i suffer, he protect me like a mother nigga now im tuffer, cant forget about you prof i still see ya, im at the graveyard everyday i cant leave ya, i feel your soul when im writing with the pen, fuck what them niggas say you my brother till the end, nigga save a spot for me tell god im coming, niggas killin fo that money but there leavin here with nothing, if it a game motherfucker ima win it as far as im concerned aint no competition in it, call me the gritty green cause im wanna lie, now my mommy better thank what she got fitnta get some shit just got a new house congratulations cause ya son made a million with his mouth

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