If you're not PR, then die
Yeah, gotta stay on tempo
Hit it perfect timing
She ain't my main hoe
She's just my side piece
Two bad bitches look like Siamese
I got labels
They wanna sign me
It's PR gang, ho
Please don't try me
We're not the same, bro
So please stop comparing us to these lame hoes
Ima jus keep running it up
Till my pape grows
I need pesos
Add it to my bankroll
I'm still the same that I was
I don't change, bro
New year, yeah
But I'm still on the same shit
No whip, no money
You on some lame shit
Get dat boy, turned to a stain quick
Gang shi, bang shit
All my opps on lame shit
F*ck that hoe, she basic
I got cool hoes
Hanging out the window, yeah
She be totin tools bro
She ain't holding no doors
She a rude hoe
PR, that's the gang
Come and get your hoe
She wanna f*ck, she a slut
I can't go, oh
I can't go, no
She tryna take my soul, oh
I got a bad bitch in the spot
She doing coke
And she play with her nose
She wanna f*ck the gang
I'ma let her go
You can't have me, ho
I can't be tied down, no, no
Said you down to ride
Hold the glock, come on, let's go
Gave you all my love
All you did was hurt me, ho
All this pain, it's locked up
Don't know where to go
I can't f*ck with this bitch
She a rude hoe
Always yelling at me
Bitch, hit the door
I swear to God
I hate bipolar hoes
I swear one day
I'ma get rich
I'ma prove everyone wrong
Gleem - get rich (feat. chris3x) Lyrics
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If you're not PR, then die
Yeah, gotta stay on tempo
Hit it perfect timing
She ain't my main hoe
She's just my side piece
Two bad bitches look like Siamese
I got labels
They wanna sign me
It's PR gang, ho
Please don't try me
We're not the same, bro
So please stop comparing us to these lame hoes
Ima jus keep running it up
Till my pape grows
I need pesos
Add it to my bankroll
I'm still the same that I was
I don't change, bro
New year, yeah
But I'm still on the same shit
No whip, no money
You on some lame shit
Get dat boy, turned to a stain quick
Gang shi, bang shit
All my opps on lame shit
F*ck that hoe, she basic
I got cool hoes
Hanging out the window, yeah
She be totin tools bro
She ain't holding no doors
She a rude hoe
PR, that's the gang
Come and get your hoe
She wanna f*ck, she a slut
I can't go, oh
I can't go, no
She tryna take my soul, oh
I got a bad bitch in the spot
She doing coke
And she play with her nose
She wanna f*ck the gang
I'ma let her go
You can't have me, ho
I can't be tied down, no, no
Said you down to ride
Hold the glock, come on, let's go
Gave you all my love
All you did was hurt me, ho
All this pain, it's locked up
Don't know where to go
I can't f*ck with this bitch
She a rude hoe
Always yelling at me
Bitch, hit the door
I swear to God
I hate bipolar hoes
I swear one day
I'ma get rich
I'ma prove everyone wrong
Yeah, gotta stay on tempo
Hit it perfect timing
She ain't my main hoe
She's just my side piece
Two bad bitches look like Siamese
I got labels
They wanna sign me
It's PR gang, ho
Please don't try me
We're not the same, bro
So please stop comparing us to these lame hoes
Ima jus keep running it up
Till my pape grows
I need pesos
Add it to my bankroll
I'm still the same that I was
I don't change, bro
New year, yeah
But I'm still on the same shit
No whip, no money
You on some lame shit
Get dat boy, turned to a stain quick
Gang shi, bang shit
All my opps on lame shit
F*ck that hoe, she basic
I got cool hoes
Hanging out the window, yeah
She be totin tools bro
She ain't holding no doors
She a rude hoe
PR, that's the gang
Come and get your hoe
She wanna f*ck, she a slut
I can't go, oh
I can't go, no
She tryna take my soul, oh
I got a bad bitch in the spot
She doing coke
And she play with her nose
She wanna f*ck the gang
I'ma let her go
You can't have me, ho
I can't be tied down, no, no
Said you down to ride
Hold the glock, come on, let's go
Gave you all my love
All you did was hurt me, ho
All this pain, it's locked up
Don't know where to go
I can't f*ck with this bitch
She a rude hoe
Always yelling at me
Bitch, hit the door
I swear to God
I hate bipolar hoes
I swear one day
I'ma get rich
I'ma prove everyone wrong
Writer: gleem r
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