Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Role Models, artist - Rich Boy. Album song Rich Boy, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Interscope
Song language: English
Role Models |
| Parents should go out and play with their kids… |
| Cause we ain’t no damn role models |
| 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, nigga ya oughta |
| I fucked the mayor’s daughter, he hate it when I call her |
| But I’m still ridin' 'round in that Beamer that he bought her |
| But I’m busy gettin' money on the other side of town |
| So I ain’t a fuckin' john I’ll split yo' wig |
| And I ain’t got shit to do wit' yo' kids |
| Look, Rich Boy quit, doin' hardcore shit |
| Lil' nigga, fuck school, cop five mo' bricks |
| w/ (David Banner) |
| I see you ballin', what’s up |
| This is a motherfuckin' stick up |
| (We'll take yo' shit and think nothin' about it |
| We’ll take yo' shit and think nothin' about it) |
| I’ll fall off at the club wit' the thang on my waist |
| Lay down the whole place |
| (We'll take yo' shit and think nothin' about it |
| We’ll take yo' shit and think nothin' about it) |
| Let me welcome you to my world, Chevy’s and dirt roads |
| Cheap liquor, pimp niggas that work hoes |
| Big trucks, niggas gettin' they swerve on |
| Country niggas ain’t slow, fuck what you heard homes |
| Get a Swisher, lit it, switchin' on some killa shit |
| Poke out’cha chest, ball up ya fist buddy ya still a bitch |
| My niggas ignorant, foolish bunch of belligerants |
| We hit the V.I.P. |
| pullin' bitches and spillin' shit |
| So if it seem like I’m buzzin' I’m sholliz |
| Fuckin' wit' my country cousin and them, from Mobile |
| 'Bama bred backwood niggas we so trill |
| Let the foot watch me and lil Rich gettin' in hoes' ears |
| What it is? |
| Damn 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 I’m 'bout a dollar |
| And they might, get to ride Impala, only if they swallow |
| I see the kids wanna rap like me |
| Cause ya see me wit' the bitches livin' life on T. V |
| Around in my hood, boys fillin' graves up |
| Niggas talkin' that shit, see the techs raise up |
| Hangin' wit' the convicts and my boy Attitude |
| I was fuckin' plenty bitches in the back of the school |
| Can’t you tell motherfucker I was raised by the streets |
| Fuck you studio gangstas, niggas reppin' on beats |
| My uncle doin' fed down in Talladega bitch |
| It ain’t shit you can tell me about Lil' Rich |
| You better take ya lil' kids to the pastor |
| Rich Boy ain’t a role model for them bastards |
| We ain’t role models (we be smokin') |
| We ain’t role models (we be drankin') |
| We ain’t role models (we be fuckin' these hoes) |
| We ain’t role models |