| Yeah! |
| Leggo!
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| Throw a hundred on the fifty try make it pop
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| We da best straight to the top,
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| Throw a hundred on the fifty try make it pop
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| Nigga have you ever spend a hundred fifty thou cash on the court case,
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| Walk about that bitch, grab your nuts and turn back on the base,
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| Big wheels with that most have not,
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| Box Chevrolet with the big block
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| When I pull up on the spot,
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| Bitch wipe me down when I’m hopping out
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| And I’m tired of this and I’m tired of that,
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| Boy thing it’s over cause my pocket’s fat,
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| I love the cheese but I hate the rats
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| They talking shit but no no to feds
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| Now pour me up that purp stuff
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| Mix me up a whole nother deuce
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| I love the money and bitches too,
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| Choppers for me baby what it do, uhh.
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| Rich boy, yeah
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| Throw a hundred on the fifty try break the pot, pot
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| Peter Pan straight to the top,
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| Throw a hundred on the fifty try break the pot
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| Yea, break the pot
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| Throw a hundred on the fifty try break the pot
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| Yeah, Rich Boy
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| Break break break the pot,
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| Throw a hundred on the fifty try break the pot.
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| My bitches saw that pussy hoe,
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| They get busted open on stripper poles
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| I pull rubber bands on my bank rolls
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| My ice so cold, no po froze
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| My diamonds shining, my hoes fine
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| They smoke time and I blow their mind
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| Don’t ecstasy so I gotta grind
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| The life we live but don’t wait in line
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| Peter Pan, break the pot,
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| Rip it off and nigga make a lot,
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| You’re talking like you were your block,
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| But you got that and told the cop
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| Can’t copy me I’m too many styles,
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| She tips and I acting better wise
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| She suck a dick an making freaky signs,
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| Aye pussy nigga how you lie me now?
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| Rich boy, yeah
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| Throw a hundred on the fifty try break the pot, pot
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| Peter Pan straight to the top,
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| Throw a hundred on the fifty try break the pot
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| Yea, break the pot
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| Throw a hundred on the fifty try break the pot
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| Yeah, Rich Boy
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| Break break break the pot,
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| Throw a hundred on the fifty try break the pot.
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| Niggas notice how my hoe’s kids,
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| Will get so high when I smoke this
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| Ballin' hard on my court bitch, ballin' with that Jordan wirst
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| Might pull a prank at you nigga piss,
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| I’m shootin this I bitch miss,
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| Prostitutes can make a stick,
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| My party them keep the swisha lit
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| Pimps like me with the game ain’t fools,
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| Six nigga hoes in one condo,
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| Smoke and blow, roll up one more,
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| Blunt burn up till my eyes turn low,
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| Drop my top with the car ain’t moe,
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| Pull out slow that’s how she roll,
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| Kobe throw then my dick no choke
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| And now do that shit like it’s all you know ho
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| Rich boy, yeah
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| Throw a hundred on the fifty try break the pot, pot
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| Peter Pan straight to the top,
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| Throw a hundred on the fifty try break the pot
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| Yea, break the pot
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| Throw a hundred on the fifty try break the pot
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| Yeah, Rich Boy
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| Break break break the pot,
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| Throw a hundred on the fifty try break the pot. |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Break The Pot , by - Rich Boy. Song from the album Break The Pot, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп