44 Pounds of rice Lyrics

Yeah

One eight six for sure

Bitch

Look

Look

I ain't like these clowns no

Different color bones now

I'm cripping to the vault

You folks been tripping on the road oh

Trust no one it's business

Got my boys I don't need no more

Faith in the wrong dawgs

Is what cops gonna tape your phone for

«Four four ringin» bitch you snort raw

Capping ass motherfucker shut the hell up

´Fore we get your mouth blown

I fuck brown ass then lay down smoke blond

Fourty four pounds of rice

Off the grocery store

You know just what it is

Fourty four pounds of hash

In the nanny's crib

You know just what it is

Beautiful forms in her bas resille

You know just what it is

A bit of this a bit of that

Skimming through life easy going

Used to get kicked out off class ´cause I was busy talking

They said I ain't gonna be shit

Four years later I ain't missing nothing

And I'm the one they loaning money from

The only one who can quit for years and back in godly form

I'm from where the mommys got that yellow

That in the palm's foaming

I used to be a stupid kid and all these shits

Got me transforming

The shit's real

I grew up on ill mad shits from Queensbridge

Like this motherfucker from Dreamville

I said my team's real

We make that green to flee from that shit hole

But for now I'm still here

Mama cook that rice meal

Look what I did for a dime man

Was it right I'll let the time tell

God in my back watching how my life's spent

Balanciaga to replace my nike air

Was it right I'll let the time tell

Look what I did for a dime man

Was it right I'll let the time tell

God in my back watching how my life's spent

Balanciaga to replace my nike air

I'll let the time tell

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Fuck it

I keep my things moving

And fiends drooling on the block since we was kids touring

For a buck our youth fuck up your face stupid

I shed some tears to peers

And share no peace to pigs

Big fish in the sea I let em lost when the beat switch

I ride for big dreams provide for my team like Big Mitch

Filthy rich fuck luck

Fuck a three seven fuck a three six

When I fuck a mean bitch

She gotta nasty talk as part of free speech

I'm pouring all types of liquor when I swallow

Givenchy monumental mallow

Crush on the head of any foreigner

Been poor enough

A young motherfucker touring outside

Gotta stay off sight

You be a bull out in a corrida

We send your body to the coroner

Shorty leaking shots even his mama knows

The detonation leave your ears ringing

I had to make it sweating

Bloodstains hidden on my black jeans

My team be hitting different bitches DM em opps on IG

Neighbors looking tired

'Cause they're done hearin my bitch yell

I know em fingers matter like I'm money making Mitch yeah

I look around and I don't see no opponent

Omar said it's better with empty balls and filled stomach

Five hunderd G denim next to skeletons in my closet

Fourty four pounds of rice, glass of water off the faucet bitch

You know em twenty kilos rice bags

When mama take you to the grocery store

You know what I'm saying

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We'd like to apologize for the unexpected conditions of your visit

Consequently we would like to end on a high note

Offering you this dessert

With nothing but feelings

We wish to see you again soon

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