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Freestyle Songtext
von Rich Gang

Freestyle Songtext

Hey
Yeah(rich gang)
You under dig, nigga?
Top floor type shit(rich gang)
Chandeliers with marble floors, boy

My baby momma just put me on child support
Fuck a warrant, ain′t goin' to court
Don′t care what them white folk' say
I just wanna see my lil' boy
Go to school be a, man
And sign up for college, boy
Don′t be a fool, be a man
What you thank that knowledge fo′?
She diss me in high school
No reason to acknowledge her
Lead by example, I don't fuck round with no followers
Follow her on everythang I do, that′s like yeah
Call the cops I don't give a fuck, I travel all round da world


Wake up too late for breakfast, I need a lunch meal
My producer cut hoes off, dun′ deal
I'm real, I′m Quan, all I speak is truthful
Come here, all I want is you
Put it up, put it on, baby girl
Come back to me now
I'm just tryna get in, then work my way out
I don't care who ya came with, but you leavin′ with me for the rest of the night

It′s ova, got good luck 4 leaf clover
If she wanna fuck, tell her come ova
Thugga pulled up dat my brother
Same mother, different daddy
Ridin' in that caddy

All black tint, you ain′t seen this befo'
Nun of my shit rented, you ain′t seen this befo'
Tell me just what you spent, nigga I spend some mo′
(Rich gang)
Hahahahaha

Walked in wit a new gun on me yall niggas thought I was playin'
Y'all niggas out here thank ya sellin′ coke, ya sellin′ can
Thugga, my man, Birdman, my man
Two words, Rich Gang
YSL Rich Gang Rich Homie 4 life
Try anyone of us you'll lose yo life
Play with these big dogs, better have yo phone, call it a night
I don′t play no games, no way
Thugga


Thought I was gone until I walked in, like da man of the year
Gotta endorse me with GTV, y'all niggas drankin′ beers
When it come to young thug, yo bitch, drunk like she was, drankin' beers
Bottom of my car red, I pray bang fo′ real
I spent a lil 60 on act, I drank fo' real
I want Quan medication, he got pain pills
But I need to see my girl to make my pain heal
But I ain't neva been in love, I don′t know how pain feel(aye)
Do my thing all across the globe
That why I spend big banks on all my hoes
I, I, I spend a largest bank on my clothes
That pussy so wet she gotta dry outdoors (Quan)

Hit her from the back, she like aaaaaye
All she know is aaaaaye
Money to the ceilin′ like ayee
Thugga Thugga sung it
If you got a problem it oooh
Shroom girl like ooooh
Stupid hoe like oooh
Condo full of hoes
I got stupid money at da condo wea, I just moved in boy i ain't even count it
Nigga think they young cause they in a rental car everything on me and I own it(woo)

Number one at shopping, everything I see, I can buy that shit if I want it
But every day I wake up, I′m tryna get my cake up with all of my rich homies

Yeah
Three G's on the blades, nigga (Rich Gang)
Millionaires, boy
Get your game up, nigga
Living life like that, boy
Yeah
Like it′s no tomorrow, you heard?
Rich Gang, that fly shit, nigga
Size us up, guarantee you gon' lose, you heard?
Ice game so fly
Drop a fifty on a nigga feet
Fuck ′em
Let your people wear your T-shirts, nigga (Rich Gang)
Let's roll

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