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lirik lagu role models – rich boy

parents should go out and play with their kids
’cause we ain’t no d-mn role models, real g’s

right there in between florida and mississippi
mobile alabama this is rich boy city
and the bricks get flipped ’cause we close to the water
if ya ain’t gettin’ ya dope from me, n-gg-, ya oughta

i f-cked the mayor’s daughter, he hate it when i call her
but i’m still ridin’ ’round in that beamer that he bought her
there she go now but i’m busy
gettin’ money on the other side of town

so i ain’t a f-ckin’ clan i’ll split yo’ wig
and i ain’t got sh-t to do wit’ yo’ kids
look, rich boy quit doin’ hardcore sh-t
lil’ n-gg-, f-ck school, cop five mo’ bricks

i see you ballin’, yeah, what’s up?
this is a motherf-ckin’ stick up
we’ll take yo’ sh-t and think nothin’ about it
we’ll take yo’ sh-t and think nothin’ about it

i’ll fall off at the club, like the thang on my waist, yeah
then lay down the whole place
we’ll take yo’ sh-t and think nothin’ about it
we’ll take yo’ sh-t and think nothin’ about it

let me welcome you to my world, chevy’s and dirt roads
cheap liquor, pimp n-gg-s that work hoes
big trucks, n-gg-s gettin’ they swerve on
country n-gg-s ain’t slow, f-ck what you heard, homes

get a swisher, lit it, switchin’ on some killa sh-t
poke out your chest, ball up ya fist, buddy, ya still a b-tch
my n-gg-s ignorant, foolish bunch of belligerents
we hit the vip, pullin’ b-tches and spillin’ sh-t

so if it seem like i’m buzzin’, i’m sholliz
f-ckin’ wit’ my country cousin and them, from mobile
‘bama bred backwood, n-gg-s, we so trill
well, let the foot watch me and lil’ rich gettin’ in hoes’ ears

what it is? d-mn right, we ain’t a role model
half pints to half a gallon, we drank the whole bottle
that’s why them hoes holla, they know them ’bout a dollar
and they might get to ride impala, if them b-tches swa

i see you ballin’, yeah, what’s up?
this is a motherf-ckin’ stick up
we’ll take yo’ sh-t and think nothin’ about it
we’ll take yo’ sh-t and think nothin’ about it

i’ll fall off at the club, like the thang on my waist, yeah
then lay down the whole place
we’ll take yo’ sh-t and think nothin’ about it
we’ll take yo’ sh-t and think nothin’ about it

i see the kids wanna rap like me
’cause ya see me wit’ the b-tches livin’ life on tv
around in my hood, boys fillin’ graves up
n-gg-s talkin’ that sh-t, see the techs raise up

hangin’ wit’ the convicts and my boy att-tude
i was f-ckin’ them the b-tches in the back of the school
can’t you tell, motherf-cker, i was raised by the streets?
f-ck you studio gangstas, n-gg-s reppin’ on beats

my uncle doin’ fed down in talladega, b-tch
it ain’t sh-t you can tell me about lil’ rich
you better take ya lil’ kids to the pastor
’cause rich boy ain’t a role model for them b-st-rds

we ain’t role models
(we be smokin’)
we ain’t role models
(we be drankin’)

we ain’t role models
(we be f-ckin’ these hoes)
we ain’t role models

i see you ballin’, yeah, what’s up?
this is a motherf-ckin’ stick up
we’ll take yo’ sh-t and think nothin’ about it
we’ll take yo’ sh-t and think nothin’ about it

i’ll fall off at the club, like the thang on my waist, yeah
then lay down the whole place
we’ll take yo’ sh-t and think nothin’ about it
we’ll take yo’ sh-t and think nothin’ about it

- kumpulan lirik lagu rich boy