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Role models Lyrics by Rich Boy


Role models by Rich Boy

f/ Attitude, David BannerParents should go out and play with their kids... Cause we ain't no damn role models[Verse 1 - Rich Boy] 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 *phone rings* There she go now 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[Chorus] 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)[Verse 2 - Attitude] 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[Chorus][Verse 3 - Rich Boy] 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[Bridge] 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[Chorus]