The Christian cologne
The mercury tone bracelet
You'll be calling her phone when I'm done with that bitch
Face it
Man I don't need the clout
F*ck on that bitch ain't no luxury now
I'm just shipping the pounds
Doing my best but the ripping me down
They done let a nigga ball
Hundred thou by tomorrow y'all
I was young a nigga crawled
Now I'm running gunning
One of the dogs
Pic a f*ck nigga part
Make the light turn to dark y'all
Ever seen the boogieman
Run up brrrurr it don't jam dam
From the streets third shift
Like a graveyard
Better get lost
You was not built for this shit
You aint got the money that it cost
Neither the heart
So you better recognize
All of this work moved is exercise
Stomping round while I'm making cake
It don't matter cause it still will rise
Look at the will and ambition
I'm wheeling and willing
I wheel on a mission
Try to expose me or diss me
I'm the type to turn a f*ck nigga history
Niggas try shoot and they missed me
Look up down nigga running the city
Niggas try front on the prizzy
Got a connect and got busy
The christian cologne
The mercury tone bracelet
You'll be calling her phone when I'm done with that bitch
Face it
Man I don't need the clout
F*ck on that bitch ain't no luxury now
I'm just shipping the pounds
Doing my best but the ripping me down
Man I don't need the clout
F*cking your bitch
And it's up in her mouth
It was never a drought
We brought the work
When they said it was out
Running through the traffic light
Feeling like I'm Bunz
Really live this gutter life
Hustle in a pair of ones
You can let the drummer drum
They ain't never wanting none
Pulling up in some big shit
Nicknamed er big pun
Got me moving so aggressive
All about the lettuce
How can they forget us
We was moving icy treacherous
Goonies all up in the trenches
Trappin I did not invent it
I was kind of timid
Til I got the rhythm
Niggas try to bite my stlye
The grill is trippy bet you see it when the
Lights out lights out
The grill is trippy bet you see it when the
Lights out lights out lights out
Who want come up alone
Smelling my Christian cologne
Mixed with a lil top shelf
I'm smoking this one alone
I showed the right love to the wrong people
Never live in regret
I sold the right drugs to the right people
They was never the feds
The christian cologne
The mercury tone bracelet
You'll be calling her phone when I'm done with that bitch
Face it
I aint never need clout
F*ck on that bitch aint no luxury now
I'm just shipping the pounds
Doing my best but the ripping me down
They done let a nigga ball
100 thou by tomorrow
Broke Rich - Mercury Lyrics
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The Christian cologne
The mercury tone bracelet
You'll be calling her phone when I'm done with that bitch
Face it
Man I don't need the clout
F*ck on that bitch ain't no luxury now
I'm just shipping the pounds
Doing my best but the ripping me down
They done let a nigga ball
Hundred thou by tomorrow y'all
I was young a nigga crawled
Now I'm running gunning
One of the dogs
Pic a f*ck nigga part
Make the light turn to dark y'all
Ever seen the boogieman
Run up brrrurr it don't jam dam
From the streets third shift
Like a graveyard
Better get lost
You was not built for this shit
You aint got the money that it cost
Neither the heart
So you better recognize
All of this work moved is exercise
Stomping round while I'm making cake
It don't matter cause it still will rise
Look at the will and ambition
I'm wheeling and willing
I wheel on a mission
Try to expose me or diss me
I'm the type to turn a f*ck nigga history
Niggas try shoot and they missed me
Look up down nigga running the city
Niggas try front on the prizzy
Got a connect and got busy
The christian cologne
The mercury tone bracelet
You'll be calling her phone when I'm done with that bitch
Face it
Man I don't need the clout
F*ck on that bitch ain't no luxury now
I'm just shipping the pounds
Doing my best but the ripping me down
Man I don't need the clout
F*cking your bitch
And it's up in her mouth
It was never a drought
We brought the work
When they said it was out
Running through the traffic light
Feeling like I'm Bunz
Really live this gutter life
Hustle in a pair of ones
You can let the drummer drum
They ain't never wanting none
Pulling up in some big shit
Nicknamed er big pun
Got me moving so aggressive
All about the lettuce
How can they forget us
We was moving icy treacherous
Goonies all up in the trenches
Trappin I did not invent it
I was kind of timid
Til I got the rhythm
Niggas try to bite my stlye
The grill is trippy bet you see it when the
Lights out lights out
The grill is trippy bet you see it when the
Lights out lights out lights out
Who want come up alone
Smelling my Christian cologne
Mixed with a lil top shelf
I'm smoking this one alone
I showed the right love to the wrong people
Never live in regret
I sold the right drugs to the right people
They was never the feds
The christian cologne
The mercury tone bracelet
You'll be calling her phone when I'm done with that bitch
Face it
I aint never need clout
F*ck on that bitch aint no luxury now
I'm just shipping the pounds
Doing my best but the ripping me down
They done let a nigga ball
100 thou by tomorrow
The mercury tone bracelet
You'll be calling her phone when I'm done with that bitch
Face it
Man I don't need the clout
F*ck on that bitch ain't no luxury now
I'm just shipping the pounds
Doing my best but the ripping me down
They done let a nigga ball
Hundred thou by tomorrow y'all
I was young a nigga crawled
Now I'm running gunning
One of the dogs
Pic a f*ck nigga part
Make the light turn to dark y'all
Ever seen the boogieman
Run up brrrurr it don't jam dam
From the streets third shift
Like a graveyard
Better get lost
You was not built for this shit
You aint got the money that it cost
Neither the heart
So you better recognize
All of this work moved is exercise
Stomping round while I'm making cake
It don't matter cause it still will rise
Look at the will and ambition
I'm wheeling and willing
I wheel on a mission
Try to expose me or diss me
I'm the type to turn a f*ck nigga history
Niggas try shoot and they missed me
Look up down nigga running the city
Niggas try front on the prizzy
Got a connect and got busy
The christian cologne
The mercury tone bracelet
You'll be calling her phone when I'm done with that bitch
Face it
Man I don't need the clout
F*ck on that bitch ain't no luxury now
I'm just shipping the pounds
Doing my best but the ripping me down
Man I don't need the clout
F*cking your bitch
And it's up in her mouth
It was never a drought
We brought the work
When they said it was out
Running through the traffic light
Feeling like I'm Bunz
Really live this gutter life
Hustle in a pair of ones
You can let the drummer drum
They ain't never wanting none
Pulling up in some big shit
Nicknamed er big pun
Got me moving so aggressive
All about the lettuce
How can they forget us
We was moving icy treacherous
Goonies all up in the trenches
Trappin I did not invent it
I was kind of timid
Til I got the rhythm
Niggas try to bite my stlye
The grill is trippy bet you see it when the
Lights out lights out
The grill is trippy bet you see it when the
Lights out lights out lights out
Who want come up alone
Smelling my Christian cologne
Mixed with a lil top shelf
I'm smoking this one alone
I showed the right love to the wrong people
Never live in regret
I sold the right drugs to the right people
They was never the feds
The christian cologne
The mercury tone bracelet
You'll be calling her phone when I'm done with that bitch
Face it
I aint never need clout
F*ck on that bitch aint no luxury now
I'm just shipping the pounds
Doing my best but the ripping me down
They done let a nigga ball
100 thou by tomorrow
Writer: Leonard Cephas
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