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Mr. Serv-On - Die Rich lyrics
[Mr. Serv-On] Time to release this terror on you Best believe in these letters across my stomach I'm gonna blast on you, piss on you fuck what these coward bitches told me Live a quiet life, take a wife fuck that I'm slanging this shit day and night Gimme a bitch, 36 ounces to a crooked scale A thousand pounds to a bail, nigga thats mail If I fail to die with money in my pocket Nigga blast from my side if I ride I'm high-siding on you motherfuckers lot of you bitches made to suffer For that cheese, so drop to your knees, and say please To these young niggas, cap pillas, and they be candy dealers Ready to pistol whip and to die rich shit a jail trip I'll frusterate your bitch A nigga wanna be laying in them guts, nigga you know whats up I'm slanging this 'cane, from Youngsfolk, Virginia to the bay Every day, flipping them browns sharp me for my shit, I'm baseball whipping Like pac man, niggas don't doubt it, been bout it Rolling with my click, Prime Suspects ready to die rich or die a bitch You know my trip, I'm ready to die rich or die a bitch nigga, you feel me [Prime Suspects] What's that music man? Man what's the real Milly bro? I said bro I got to get, we got to get rich. Man that nigga Gotti Lil Gotti Fuck it, so lets go get it cause you know I aint no bitch [Mac] Chorus You either die rich or die a bitch hit that flow when my trigger finger itch [Prime Suspects] I want all that shit x4 [Prime Suspects] Yo, I'm coming, you running, cause I'm gunning My nine humming, 12 gauge to your fuckin stomach Facing charges, my ??? is of runs and guns Getting it done, for the fun, putting it down like Torrenc |
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