Rich Boy - Break The Pot feat. Hemi lyrics

rate me

Call the shit first this.

Yeah! Let go!

Throw a hundred on the fifty try break the pot,

need a bench straight to the top,

throw a hundred on the fifty try make a pot.

Nigga have you ever spend a hundred, fifty thought cash on the court case,

walk about that bitch, grab your nuts and turn back on the base,

big wheels with that most have not, box of lay with the big blut,

we're not pull up on the spot, bitch you whipe me down when I'm happing out

and I'm tired of this and I'm tired of that,

boy thing is over and my pocket's fat,

I love the teeth but I hate the rest,

they talking shit but they know the rest,

now pour me up that purp.., mitch me up and ..

I love the money and bitches too,

choppers for me baby what it do, uhh.

Hook:

Rich boy, yeah

Throw a hundred on the fifty try break the pot, pot

Peter Pan straight to the top,

throw a hundred on the fifty try break the pot, yeah

throw a hundred on the fifty try break the pot, yeah

break break break the pot,

throw a hundred on the fifty try break the pot.

My bitch saw that p**sy holding, and bust it over now stripper buzz

my eyes so cold, no..

my diamonds signed my hoes fine,

this smoke time and I'm rolling mine

my ex-es so I got a grind

in life we live with them way in line,

Peter Pan, break the pot, rip it off and nigga make a lot,

you're talking like you were in block,

but you got that and throw the cop

can't copy me I'm too.., she tips and I acting better wise

she's suck a dick an making freaky signs,

that p**sy nigga how you lie me now.

Hook:

Rich boy, yeah

Throw a hundred on the fifty try break the pot, pot

Peter Pan straight to the top,

throw a hundred on the fifty try break the pot, yeah

throw a hundred on the fifty try break the pot, yeah

break break break the pot,

throw a hundred on the fifty try break the pot.

Niggas notice how my whole kids,

and guess so high when I smoke this

ballin' hard with my court bitch, ballin' with that joint risk

my plug paint can you lick a pist, I'm shootin this I bitch miss,

..can make a stick, my party lean keep switchin lean,

pimps like me with the game ain't folks,

sick nigga hoes and one condo,

smoke and blow one roll up one more,

they burn up till my eyes turn low,

drive my top with the car ain't moe,

pull out slow that's how she roll,

though we throw I'ma dick no..

and I do this shit like it's all you know.

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