Tag: Richie Rich


Young Multi – Nowa Fala Lyrics


[Refren]
Jedyne co chcę robić w życiu, no to tutaj sos
Imprezy wciąż do rana, łycha przelewana
I tak jest co noc (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I tak jest co noc (i tak jest co noc) (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Jedyne co chcę robić w życiu, no to tutaj sos
A kiedy mi przelewa czek
Wesoło krzyczę sobie
„Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah”
Krzyczę: „yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah”

[Zwrotka 1]
Ludzie wciąż myślą co będzie jutro
Ja nie wiem ziom (ja nie wiem ziom)
Jebię to jutro, bo na sto pro żyje chwilą tą
Kupię se Beluga Yeezy, burbon napije się
Ze trzy kafle za nie dałem, kurwa, OMG
Woah, jesteś klonem, ej
Woah, jesteś klaunem, ej
Myślisz gościu, że nie widzę cię
Swag kopiujesz jak Copycat
Moje flow to jest nowa fala
Moje flow to jest Atlanta
Jebie basem 808 mafia
Kończysz typie się jak futurama

[Bridge]
Oni wciąż liczą na to że nie wejdę tu na szczyt
Gdy będę już na górze, będę dla nich Richie Rich
I patrzył na nich będę, przy tym sobie pijąc drink
A twoja dupa na telefon będzie moją bitch
Ona będzie moją bitch
Ona będzie moją bitch
Ona będzie moją bitch
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Będzie moją bitch
Yeah, yeah
Ayy, Ayy, Ayy

[Refren]
Jedyne co chcę robić w życiu, no to tutaj sos
Imprezy wciąż do rana, łycha przelewana
I tak jest co noc (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I tak jest co noc (i tak jest co noc) (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Jedyne co chcę robić w życiu, no to tutaj sos
A kiedy mi przelewa czek
Wesoło krzyczę sobie

„Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah”
Krzyczę: „yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah”

[Zwrotka 2]
Na mojej ex
Wciąż robię flex
Odbieram czek
Bo jestem next
Ty jesteś cwel
Wysyłasz tekst
Do mojej ex
Bo chcesz ją mieć
Dwa fony mam jak Kevin Gates
Dwa fony mam, zajęte jest
Dwa fony mam, już nie dzwoń, nie
Dwa fony mam, blokuję cię
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Jestem znany tak jak Dex
OhhmannGoddamm
Wrzucam fotę se na ‘gram (ja)
Lajka daje twoja bambi (ja)
Chłopa ma, a pisze „wpadnij” (ja)
Snapa cyka paparazzi (ja)
Wsiadam w auto, to nie Audi (skrrrt)

[Bridge]
Oni wciąż liczą na to że nie wejdę tu na szczyt
Gdy będę już na górze, będę dla nich Richie Rich
I patrzył na nich będę, przy tym sobie pijąc drink
A twoja dupa na telefon będzie moją bitch
Ona będzie moją bitch
Ona będzie moją bitch
Ona będzie moją bitch
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Będzie moją bitch
Yeah, yeah
Ayy, Ayy, Ayy

[Refren]
Jedyne co chcę robić w życiu, no to tutaj sos
Imprezy wciąż do rana, łycha przelewana
I tak jest co noc (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I tak jest co noc (i tak jest co noc) (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Jedyne co chcę robić w życiu, no to tutaj sos
A kiedy mi przelewa czek
Wesoło krzyczę sobie
„Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah”
Krzyczę: „yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah”


Thug Life – Pour Out A Little Liquor Lyrics


THUG LIFE
Pour Out A Little Liquor Lyrics

Yeah
Pour out a little liquor for your homies, nigga
This one here go out to my nigga Mike Coolie
(Light up a fat one for this one)
How you come up, man?

I started young kickin’ dust and livin’ rough
You watch you mouth around my mama, you couldn’t cuss, man
I had a down ass homie though we ran the streets
And on the scene at the age of fourteen, huh
I packed a nine and my nigga packed a forty-five
We drinkin’ forties, lil’ shorties livin’ naughty lives
You couldn’t stop us, long as I got my glock, f**k the coppers
Hangin’ on the block, slangin’ rocks and makin’ profits

I couldn’t f**k with the school life, I was a fool
I’ll play that motherf**ker for a tool man
Tonight’ll be the night that’s what we figurin’
Hustlin’ in the rain felt no pain ‘cuz we drinkin’
Playin’ them hoes like manure
First let my nigga f**k and then I f**k, that’s how we do it
(Ha ha)

It’s two niggaz comin’ up out the hood
Livin’ life just as good as we could
But since a bitch can’t be trusted
Hoes snitched to the police, now my nigga’s busted
The cops whoopin’ on my nigga in jail
Tryin’ to get a motherf**ker to tell
And couldn’t nobody diss my nigga
Damn, I miss my nigga, pour out a little liquor

My cousin died last year and I still can’t let go
My cousin died last year and I still can’t let go
My cousin died last year and I still can’t let go
My cousin died last year and I still can’t let go

This goes out to all you so called G’s
Pour out a little liquor for your real motherf**kin’ partners
Don’t let the drink get like that y’all, huh
Pour out a little liquor, pour out a little liquor
What’s that you drinkin’ on?

Drinkin’ on gin, smokin’ on blunts and it’s on
Reminisce about my niggaz, that’s dead and gone
And now they buried, sometimes my eyes still get blurry
‘Cuz I’m losin’ all my homies and I worry
I got my back against a brick wall, trapped in a circle
Boxin’ with them suckers ’til my knuckles turn purple
Mama told me, “Son, there’ll be days like this”
Don’t wanna think so, I hit the drink and stay blitzed

We had plans of bein’ big time G’s
Rolling in marked cars, movin’ them keys
And now I roll up the window, blaze up some indo
Get to’ down for my niggaz in the pen, yo
Your son’s gettin’ big and strong
And I’d love ’em like one of my own, til’ you come home
And the years sure fly with the quickness
You do the time, and I’ll keep handlin’ yo’ business

That’s the way it’s supposed to be
Homie, if it was me, you’d do the shit for me
Homie, I can remember scrapin’ back to back
Throwin’ dogs on them suckers runnin’ up on this young hog
I hope my words can paint a perfect picture
And let ya know how much a nigga miss ya
Pour out some liquor

My cousin died last year and I still can’t let go

Look at you
Drinkin’ got you where you don’t even give respect to your partners
Pour out some liquor, nigga
It ain’t like that, tip that shit over
Pour out a little liquor

My cousin died last year and I still can’t let go
My cousin died last year and I still can’t let go
My cousin died last year and I still can’t let go
My cousin died last year and I still can’t let go

This for my nigga Madman, Dagz, Hood, Silk, yeah
A little liquor for my homies y’all
We in this motherf**kin’ piece, yeah
Pour out a little liquor, Young Queen, yeah
This one goes out to all my mack partners
Back in the motherf**kin’ Bay

Oaktown still in the motherf**kin’ house
(Pour out a little liquor)
My nigga Richie Rich, Gov’na
(I don’t care, Night train, Hennessey)
All my real motherf**kin’ partners
(Pour out a little liquor)
And all my real partnas in Marin, f**k you busta ass niggaz
Yeah nigga, pour out a little liquor


Chris Brown – Ayo (MMGMix) Lyrics


[Intro]
I need you (x8)

[Hook: Chris Brown]
We poppin’ like ayo
All my bitches got real hair chilling with the top down
Screaming like ayo
I’mma take her ass down when she bring her friend around
Fuck ‘em both like ayo
I’m a bougie ass nigga left the roof at home
We popping like ayo, ayo, ayo
But don’t be acting like I need you

[Rick Ross] It’s Ricky Ross
Just checking in with my little homies
Chris, Ty what it do

[Verse 1:Rick Ross]
New money, new year, it’s time to boss up
Dm a couple bitches just to toss up (Uh)
Chick smiling cause she know she want the whole clique (Woo)
We show each other, then she send us all the same pic
Money lost, we got a thermal and a celly on
Let me shoutout these two niggas on another song
It’s for my homies, yeah the ones who never coming home
I gave my chain to your son, I stay forever loyal
New crib on the water, you should see it nigga
40 bitches in the crib, top tier nigga
Chanel bags on the first day
We go and get it in the worst way

[Hook:Chris Brown]

[Verse 2: Tyga]
Ahhh! Aye babe this my new shit
I’m the black Richie Rich with the roof missing
If it don’t make dollars it don’t make sense
Z, wake up like I gotta get it
And I got an engine full of trunk space
I get money three ways, fucking bitches three ways
7 different foreigns plus she no hablé
But I make that bitch walk for some cheesecake
Yeah, I’m the coldest nigga, icy
Looking in the mirror like I wish I can be me
She too into me, I’m more into money
My hobby’s her body, that pussy’s my lobby
I’mma eat it, I’mma eat it
I don’t lie, hope my dick’s, too conceited
Uh, told her she’s my wife for the weekend
But don’t be acting like I need you cause we poppin’ like

[Hook: Chris Brown]

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
I’m in a Rolls, you don’t roll right
My chain shine brighter than a strobe light
I’m tryna fuck Coco, this don’t concern Ice
If I motorboat, she gon’ motorbike
A nigga ain’t worried about nothin’
Rehabilitation just had me worried about fucking
Money, decision-making only worried about stunting
She worried about me, her nigga worried about cuffing
I wanna see her body (bodyyyy)
She said get inside of me
I wanna feel you baby (yeahhh)
Just bring the animal right out of me
We loving, she love it
Specially when I go down on her
Now we fucking, she thugging
Getting loud (cause we poppin’ like)

[Hook: Chris Brown]

[Verse 4: Chris Brown & (Tyga)]
Huh, look, alright
Now I can spot your bitch from a mile away
Valentine in that pussy, it’s a holiday
(Uh, you losing money, I win mills, Dr. J
She going to follow my lead, Simon Says)
Paper, paper, I’m riding Scrapers in California
Car smelling like ammonia, we got that stank on us
(Never been an Outkast that stank on ya
From the ghetto but my bitch like Apollonia)
We in the hood, tatted like a Mexican
Car too fast, give a fuck about pedestrians
(And my section less niggas, more lesbians)
Got your bitch, I’m that nigga
(Yeah we poppin’ like)

[Hook: Chris Brown]

[Outro: Tyga]
This that fly shit, King shit only
Drop top, no roof – ahhh!


Chris Brown – Ayo lyrics

September 30, 2016

Lyrics

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[Intro]
I need you
I need you
I need you
I need you
I need you
I need you
I need you
I need you

[Hook: Chris Brown]
We poppin’ like ayo
All my bitches got real hair chilling with the top down
Screaming like ayo
I’mma take her ass down when she bring her friend around
Fuck ‘em both like ayo
I’m a bougie ass nigga left the roof at home
We popping like ayo, ayo, ayo
But don’t be acting like I need you

[Verse 1: Tyga]
Ahhh! Aye babe this my new shit
I’m the black Richie Rich with the roof missing
If it don’t make dollars it don’t make sense
Z, wake up like I gotta get it
And I got an engine full of trunk space
I get money three ways, fucking bitches three ways
7 different foreigns plus she no hablé
But I make that bitch walk for some cheesecake
Yeah, I’m the coldest nigga, icy
Looking in the mirror like I wish I can be me
She too into me, I’m more into money
My hobby’s her body, that pussy’s my lobby
I’mma eat it, I’mma eat it
I don’t lie, hope my dick’s, too conceited
Uh, told her she’s my wife for the weekend
But don’t be acting like I need you cause we poppin’ like

[Hook: Chris Brown]
We poppin’ like ayo
All my bitches got real hair chilling with the top down
Screaming like ayo
I’mma take her ass down when she bring her friend around
Fuck ‘em both like ayo
I’m a bougie ass nigga left the roof at home
We popping like ayo, ayo, ayo
But don’t be acting like I need you

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
I’m in a Rolls, you don’t roll right
My chain shine brighter than a strobe light
I’m tryna fuck Coco, this don’t concern Ice
If I motorboat, she gon’ motorbike
A nigga ain’t worried about nothin’
Rehabilitation just had me worried about fucking
Money, decision-making only worried about stunting
She worried about me, her nigga worried about cuffing
I wanna see her body (bodyyyy)
She said get inside of me
I wanna feel you baby (yeahhh)
Just bring the animal right out of me
We loving, she love it
Specially when I go down on her
Now we fucking, she thugging
Getting loud (cause we poppin’ like)

[Hook: Chris Brown]
We poppin’ like ayo
All my bitches got real hair chilling with the top down
Screaming like ayo
I’mma take her ass down when she bring her friend around
Fuck ‘em both like ayo
I’m a bougie ass nigga left the roof at home
We popping like ayo, ayo, ayo
But don’t be acting like I need you

[Verse 3: Chris Brown & (Tyga)]
Huh, look, alright
Now I can spot your bitch from a mile away
Valentine in that pussy, it’s a holiday
(Uh, you losing money, I win mills, Dr. J
She going to follow my lead, Simon Says)
Paper, paper, I’m riding Scrapers in California
Car smelling like ammonia, we got that stank on us
(Never been an outcast that stank on ya
From the ghetto but my bitch like Apollonia)
We in the hood, tatted like a Mexican
Car too fast, give a fuck about pedestrians
(And my section less niggas, more lesbians)
Got your bitch, I’m that nigga
(Yeah we poppin’ like)

[Hook: Chris Brown]
We poppin’ like ayo
All my bitches got real hair chilling with the top down
Screaming like ayo
I’mma take her ass down when she bring her friend around
Fuck ‘em both like ayo
I’m a bougie ass nigga left the roof at home
We popping like ayo, ayo, ayo
But don’t be acting like I need you

[Outro: Tyga]
This that fly shit, King shit only
Drop top, no roof
Ahhh!