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On That Rim

 

On That Rim


(Ayy, Melly, what the fuck is that?)

Don't give no fuck what they got going, niggas play then I'm gon' up
My Hellcat Durango got like three rows, that bitch a bus
I ain't been drinking with my white friends, them niggas love Tus
I swear to God, I drank a whole case, it took me one month
Make me mad, and I go shopping
Make me mad, I buy some cars
Make me mad, I buy a new house, and show you I'm that tall
To be honest, I don't need to shop
My closet, it's the mall
Hit that corner hard, you get that bitch switched if you don't call
I don't be shopping in the mall, boy ain't none of my hoes basic
My niggas call me Rush Hour because my favorite bitch is Asian
Pour up back-to-back sixes, swear to God, ain't no faking
That nigga only got a deuce inside his pop, I can't taste it
I keep blue hundreds, bitch I'm racist
I hate police, I don't eat bacon
Big ole' VVS made her face lift
I need a pill, my body aching
I had my Jailbreak for an hour, seen them niggas you know we chased em'
That nigga must think this shit Power, see that boy I bet we scrape em'
Boy don't pull on side that Benz, see that Maybach, that bitch hit
You got kids back at the house, you ain't gon make it if I hit that chin
I feel like [?], a nigga try me he gon be dead
I know they say that's just some dreads, just some bullets in your head
Bitch I feel like Slim Reaper, long arms bet I reach you
Told them boys to stay in school, you should have listened to your teacher
Make them boys go hug the preacher
Lights off, he seen the reaper
We been hanging on that rim, that's our shit let us keep it

That's our shit let us
I'm a young rich
Young rich bastard, I'm a young rich
We been, ayy
We been hanging on that rim, that's our shit let us keep it

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