Lyrics

Yeah Bitch you know it Ridin clean nigga Iced out nigga what Real Seattle nigga Northwest shit huh Aye 24 Lets give these niggas sum'n to ride To nigga You know da corner game got da Chain lit (bitch you know it) I'm in da charger thang wit da stag Kit (bitch you know it) Fresh feet ridin forgi's on my whip (Bitch you know it) Whole team ride thick we gettin Rich (bitch you know it) They say dem niggas from seattle Wit da shit (Bitch you know it) Sweepa in truck 40 on hip (Bitch you know it) Pour ya glass baby let da pain drip (Bitch you know it) Countin paper hoe we ballin in dis Bitch (bitch you know it) It's B. Cole I been gettin money fast Bendin corners 160 on da dash Errytime You see me bitch I'm ridin Clean Wrist watch ring n da chain gleam I don't trust niggas I ride wit da team Shit ain't sweet da game ain't always wat it seem Suckas niggas hatin cause they doin Bad They wanna see me fall now I'm a Make em mad Fuck ya talkin bitch I'm focused on My cream Outchea stackin bundles like my Nigga keim If you need a whole thing I need a Ring We blowin stacks n swervin off a Cup a lean U rock wit us then bitch u rockin Wit da best Dem riches coming I can feel it in my Chest I'm bout to pour u out blessing open Wide Salute da real I know da hustlas feel my vibe You know da corner game got da Chain lit BITCH U KNOW IT I'm in da charger thang wit da stag Kit BITCH U KNOW IT Fresh feet ridin forgi's on my whip BITCH U KNOW IT Whole team ride thick we gettin rich BITCH U KNOW IT They Say dem niggas from seattle Wit da shit BITCH U KNOW IT Sweepa in truck 40 on hip BITCH U KNOW IT Pour ya glass baby let da pain drip BITCH U KNOW IT Countin paper hoe we ballin in dis bitch BITCH U KNOW IT 22s or higher wet dats how we really ide Hit dat button boy lift up dem Butterflies Limo tent a couple baddies by my Side Several flavor hoes yeah I ain't got No type We heavy everywhere these niggas Lookin light Oh dats yo mane she like B. Cole dat nigga tight I just pull up n dat charger like What's poppin' Dippin swervin' bitch I'm chasin Down a profit See how a playa make dat Stussy Match dem j's Kicks diamond got da feet fleek n Keep me laced Dem bitches jock when money talk n Grind pays A real hustla get it 50 different ways You rock wit us then bitch you Rockin wit da best Dem riches coming I can feel it in my chest I'm bout to pour u out blessing open Wide Salute da real I know dem hustlas feel my vibe You know da corner game got da Chain lit BITCH U KNOW IT I'm In da charger thang wit da stag Kit BITCH U KNOW IT Fresh feet ridin forgi's on my whip BITCH U KNOW IT Whole team ride thick we gettin Rich BITCH U KNOW IT They say dem niggas from seattle Wit da shit BITCH U KNOW IT Sweepa in truck 40 on hip BITCH U KNOW IT Pour ya glass baby let da pain drip BITCH U KNOW IT Countin paper hoe we ballin in dis Bitch BITCH U KNOW IT
Writer(s): Bacari Hunter-cole Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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