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Built To Last Video (MV)




Performed By: Big Don Rich
Language: English
Length: 2:46
Written by: Vincent Thompson




Big Don Rich - Built To Last Lyrics




Back it up, Toretto
D.R.P
Yeah
This that real paper

That real paper
Start this bitch off with a banger
Glock ten on me right now, niggas hatin
They not poppin' like me, I can't blame em

You broke ass f*ck go get you some paper
If you got hustle like me, it's amazing
You built to last and never breaking
How the hell niggas out here barely making it

When all them L's I took, couldn't faze me
All them L's I took in the past, Trying to put a nigga on
Just to f*ck up again
Even if I had war with the Middle East

Can't no nigga say I ran
Talk that shit if you want
Every time I'm in the club, I be poppin' them bands
I be getting in

Back to back with this shit, you better understand
Yeah
You better know
Bitch, you better comprehend

Yeah
I got them lows
Bitch, I'm the plug, best friend
Come get in with me

Like bulletproof
We leavin' blood in the sand
Fye
I'm way too P

Nah, I ain't f*ckin' no fan
D.R.P
My niggas got a problem, they pull them triggas
All these niggas bitches

When its smoke, they pop uo missing
Keep a shooter close
He a menace with a temper
I ain't goin' till I'm old

So I ride with a extensions
That's a thirty on that blick
Bitch, I bet I won't miss
You better not f*ck with Big Rich

Watch how I spray holotips
Chest shot make a nigga flip
I know I make niggas sick
The way I pop that shit

Let's get it
I don't got time to hate
I'm out here, time to stack this pape
Keep my circle small

Most of these niggas be fake
Should I trap or rap
Its give or take
Yeah

Flex these bands in front of your bitch
She took the bait
She want me to spoil her
But she ain't loyal

Had to kick to the curb
I ain't trickin' on no bitches
You must not heard
Big Don Rich

That f*ckin' nigga
You need to learn
Only money got my heart
You can let that love burn

I'm the don
The f*ckin' one
Can't be no two
I'm the point

I'm passin' bows
To the crew
It's so easy
To stack shit

It's hard to lose
Bitch, I'm makin' moves
I'ma get it, I'm that dude
Start that bitch up with a banger

Glock ten on me right now
Niggas hatin
They not poppin' like me
I can't blame em

You Broke ass f*ck, go get you some paper
If you got hustle like me
It's amazing
You built the last

And never breaking
How the hell niggas
Out here barely making it
When all them Ls I took couldn't faze me

Start that bitch up with a banger
Glock ten on me right now
Niggas hatin
They not poppin' like me

I can't blame em
You Broke ass f*ck, go get you some paper
If you got hustle like me
It's amazing

You built the last
And never breaking
How the hell niggas
Out here barely making it

When all them Ls I took Couldn't faze me
Built the last
Big Don Rich
Built the last

In this shit nigga ain't stoppin
Straight poppin
Let's go
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Back it up, Toretto
D.R.P
Yeah
This that real paper

That real paper
Start this bitch off with a banger
Glock ten on me right now, niggas hatin
They not poppin' like me, I can't blame em

You broke ass f*ck go get you some paper
If you got hustle like me, it's amazing
You built to last and never breaking
How the hell niggas out here barely making it

When all them L's I took, couldn't faze me
All them L's I took in the past, Trying to put a nigga on
Just to f*ck up again
Even if I had war with the Middle East

Can't no nigga say I ran
Talk that shit if you want
Every time I'm in the club, I be poppin' them bands
I be getting in

Back to back with this shit, you better understand
Yeah
You better know
Bitch, you better comprehend

Yeah
I got them lows
Bitch, I'm the plug, best friend
Come get in with me

Like bulletproof
We leavin' blood in the sand
Fye
I'm way too P

Nah, I ain't f*ckin' no fan
D.R.P
My niggas got a problem, they pull them triggas
All these niggas bitches

When its smoke, they pop uo missing
Keep a shooter close
He a menace with a temper
I ain't goin' till I'm old

So I ride with a extensions
That's a thirty on that blick
Bitch, I bet I won't miss
You better not f*ck with Big Rich

Watch how I spray holotips
Chest shot make a nigga flip
I know I make niggas sick
The way I pop that shit

Let's get it
I don't got time to hate
I'm out here, time to stack this pape
Keep my circle small

Most of these niggas be fake
Should I trap or rap
Its give or take
Yeah

Flex these bands in front of your bitch
She took the bait
She want me to spoil her
But she ain't loyal

Had to kick to the curb
I ain't trickin' on no bitches
You must not heard
Big Don Rich

That f*ckin' nigga
You need to learn
Only money got my heart
You can let that love burn

I'm the don
The f*ckin' one
Can't be no two
I'm the point

I'm passin' bows
To the crew
It's so easy
To stack shit

It's hard to lose
Bitch, I'm makin' moves
I'ma get it, I'm that dude
Start that bitch up with a banger

Glock ten on me right now
Niggas hatin
They not poppin' like me
I can't blame em

You Broke ass f*ck, go get you some paper
If you got hustle like me
It's amazing
You built the last

And never breaking
How the hell niggas
Out here barely making it
When all them Ls I took couldn't faze me

Start that bitch up with a banger
Glock ten on me right now
Niggas hatin
They not poppin' like me

I can't blame em
You Broke ass f*ck, go get you some paper
If you got hustle like me
It's amazing

You built the last
And never breaking
How the hell niggas
Out here barely making it

When all them Ls I took Couldn't faze me
Built the last
Big Don Rich
Built the last

In this shit nigga ain't stoppin
Straight poppin
Let's go
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Writer: Vincent Thompson
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