Lyrics If... - Richie Rich
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(Verse
1:
Richie
Rich)
I
learned
first
A
bitch
gon'
move
like
she
wanna
Through
the
grass,
to
camaflauge
the
ass
Her
main
goal,
the
cats
at
the
top
of
the
pole
She's
17
Already
on
the
18th
hole
That's
how
it
goes
Niggas
better
check
these
hoes
Bust
moves
to
improve
Try
to
stay
on
ya
toes
Cuz
this
bitch,
she
guppyin'
up
with
every
balla,
Don't
hate
me
cuz
the
bitch
ate
me
I
seen
it
happen
What's
poppin,
is
hoopin'
and
rappin'
She
call
me
papi,
Never
bought
this
bitch
versace
Dawn
and
Karen,
that
thing's
in
the
black
LeBaron,
Got
her
transportin'
Now
she
feel
important
Little
girl
gone
bad,
she
dancin'
at
the
club
Mad
den
a
mothafucka
lookin'
for
love
She
fuckin'
everything
And
a
nigga
can't
control
her
Hoopas,
rappas,
thugs,
and
high
rollas
(Chorus)
If
I
fucked
yo'
bitch
Would
a
nigga
trip?
Knowin'
that
she
go
around
blowin'
niggas'
dicks
If
I
fucked
yo'
bitch
Would
a
nigga
trip?
Knowin'
that
she
go
around
blowin'
niggas'
dicks
X2
(Verse
2:
Richie
Rich)
You
know,
like
I
know
Paid
niggas
live
The
M
ticket,
make
the
hoes
wanna
kick
it
All
groupies
Big,
tall,
and
small
groupies
Niggas
get
paid
Believe
they
all
groupies
She
got
a
nigga
And
she
love
him
Ain't
gon'
leave
him
But
quick
to
cross,
with
any
nigga
that
floss
Boy
I'm
tellin'
ya
Its
your
job
to
test
your
bitch
If
her
legs
open
Believe
I
can
arrest
your
bitch
She
fine
than
a
mothafucka
bout
to
get
fucked
And
no
loss
bein'
broke
Cuz
nigga
we
ain't
folks
Playa
policy,
you
should
have
more
than
one
hoe
Cuz
when
she
drop
down
below
Damn,
there
she
blow
Its
on
now
But
before
she
hit
the
house
The
scope
fo
sho
I
let
her
wash
out
her
mouth
Now
she
kissin'
you
Screamin'
how
she
missin'
you
In
love
with
one
bitch
He
bit
the
tougne
kiss
(Chorus)
(Verse
3:
Richie
Rich)
If
I
fucked
her
As
if
he
fucked
her
Would
it
break
ya
heart
If
I
told
ya,
we
fucked
her
Be
up
together
Shit
I
broke,
they
slept
together
I'm
the
balla
At
ya
house
the
crank
caller
Let
me
be
the
reason
you
get
caller
I.D.
Ya
can't
check
her
These
clients
at
the
business
respect
her
She
love
this
Nigga
no
lie,
I
fucked
your
bitch
I
know
it
hurts
But
if
ya
scared
go
to
church
Respect
a
thug
I
kept
ya
bitch
out
the
mud
Gave
a
game
of
trey
Showed
her
how
to
get
paid
Don't
mug
me
Nigga
you
should
take
me
to
lunch
I
got
a
hunch
That
we
gonna
see
each
other
a
bunch
Like
that
GS
3
Boy
that's
PS
me
Its
all
pimpin
Trick
you
should
pay
more
attention
Can't
hate
it
When
practically
we
related
She
your
wife,
my
hoe
Its
your
bitch,
with
my
dough
(Chorus)
(Verse
4:
Richie
Rich)
Ya
bitch
hit
the
studio
Tryin'
to
see
Just
how
much
dick
she
gotta
suck
to
fuck
with
me
Said
you
was
proper
But
shit
you
wasn't
a
thug
She
had
a
phat
ass
on
her
I
couldn't
pass
on
her
Its
too
cats
in
a
bitch
life
Two
mackin'
a
trick
They
keep
her
even
Some
how
this
trick
keep
believin'
That
he's
the
playa
Nothin'
to
lose
it's
all
game
Like
bein
a
trick
for
this
bitch
is
a
small
thang
I
knew
though
When
I'm
doin'
my
thang
real
quick
with
a
bitch
Be
slick
with
a
bitch
She
slip
Nigga
don't
stick
with
a
bitch
Get
ghost
on
a
bitch
Stay
close,
pop
like
toast
on
a
bitch
Play
Benz
on
a
bitch
T.V.'s
20
inch
rims
on
a
bitch
Break
wind
on
a
bitch
Go
deep
Then
take
10
on
a
bitch
Drop
south
on
a
bitch
Put
dick
all
on
the
mouth
with
a
bitch
I'ma
out
on
a
bitch
That's
really
all
I'm
bout
on
a
bitch
Its
me,
Jazzy-Fay,
and
Dent
tryin'
to
pay
the
rent
(Chorus
to
end)
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