Gettin Rich Songtext
von Mozzy
Gettin Rich Songtext
Talk about it
You already know nigga, hell gang Mozzy went up top at
He gonna snatch that damn huh? You know all right nigga
That fire on me, fuck the suckers got line on him
Terry Young took them shots and then they died on me
We don′t do no crime, we gonna slide when it's time wordy
And that′s for surely
Double donkey for the Mozzy, stand free the gangland
From level four to all the five camps
Pit, noia, conversate like auto wise tap
How you pippin? She pitching a half a night of trap
I took my K to the neighbor, try and buy back
Young and meant the flat line, dre while why ain't five back
If you ain't trying to get dirty, you got a higher stab
Boys get behind the and I′m gonna find a damn
Playing with the side phone, finishing the I Care
My niggas on I street fighting all the time, there ain′t he go to Afab
You could buy a Dom there we caught that thing to Ray Black
'Cause he the one that died there
Cry for my nigga rather me slide, if you leaking on this thing
And I′m pushing the line
Welcome to Clap City, it's the home of Park Zilla
Where′s money over Jesus, Cheddar over church nigga
I'm a curb dealer, i′m blitzing to that vehicle
Fuck the probation terms and pigs' penal code
I'll be on my pivot, sitting on a couple up
All the real killers gone, they only left a couple lovers
Hustle hustle nigga, got the bundle in the cup
Holding my new confrontation with my young stunners bust over
Get fucked over by my gun told her
Put that thing in your face and have my youngest smoke
Your mom′s gave me lunch money, lost it in a dice
Gang feins spit the honey with me
That′s the day my life changed
My nigga got my money than me
That's the day my wife changed
Now I got this white bitch, I don′t fuck with white chain
Yellow gold, yellow stones
I done sold hella stones
Lost a bundle in the house where hella niggas hella on
That bitch ass nigga who snaked me, he was selling o
Bitch ass nigga who robbed me, he was selling code
He put the thumb to my stomach, told me hand it here
And them suckers I was with was just standing there
Its all Mozzy though. Free my nigga Poppy though
That's the real yanker fuck them niggas, he be flocking on
Hood shit ain′t optional though, i ain't have an option bro
They put me on gang crowd the first time they locked me up
Hey Flo rocking T banging through the food slice
Thank the Lord that I ain′t looking at the time, I goons got
You already know nigga, hell gang Mozzy went up top at
He gonna snatch that damn huh? You know all right nigga
That fire on me, fuck the suckers got line on him
Terry Young took them shots and then they died on me
We don′t do no crime, we gonna slide when it's time wordy
And that′s for surely
Double donkey for the Mozzy, stand free the gangland
From level four to all the five camps
Pit, noia, conversate like auto wise tap
How you pippin? She pitching a half a night of trap
I took my K to the neighbor, try and buy back
Young and meant the flat line, dre while why ain't five back
If you ain't trying to get dirty, you got a higher stab
Boys get behind the and I′m gonna find a damn
Playing with the side phone, finishing the I Care
My niggas on I street fighting all the time, there ain′t he go to Afab
You could buy a Dom there we caught that thing to Ray Black
'Cause he the one that died there
Cry for my nigga rather me slide, if you leaking on this thing
And I′m pushing the line
Welcome to Clap City, it's the home of Park Zilla
Where′s money over Jesus, Cheddar over church nigga
I'm a curb dealer, i′m blitzing to that vehicle
Fuck the probation terms and pigs' penal code
I'll be on my pivot, sitting on a couple up
All the real killers gone, they only left a couple lovers
Hustle hustle nigga, got the bundle in the cup
Holding my new confrontation with my young stunners bust over
Get fucked over by my gun told her
Put that thing in your face and have my youngest smoke
Your mom′s gave me lunch money, lost it in a dice
Gang feins spit the honey with me
That′s the day my life changed
My nigga got my money than me
That's the day my wife changed
Now I got this white bitch, I don′t fuck with white chain
Yellow gold, yellow stones
I done sold hella stones
Lost a bundle in the house where hella niggas hella on
That bitch ass nigga who snaked me, he was selling o
Bitch ass nigga who robbed me, he was selling code
He put the thumb to my stomach, told me hand it here
And them suckers I was with was just standing there
Its all Mozzy though. Free my nigga Poppy though
That's the real yanker fuck them niggas, he be flocking on
Hood shit ain′t optional though, i ain't have an option bro
They put me on gang crowd the first time they locked me up
Hey Flo rocking T banging through the food slice
Thank the Lord that I ain′t looking at the time, I goons got
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