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Rifa P Rolli - No Handouts Lyrics



Rifa P Rolli - No Handouts Lyrics




Nigga why gotcha hand out, Ion even do hand outs
Closed mouths ain't feed now, In my G5 bout to land now
Wearing pac sun, with the bandz out backwoods pull the grams out
EX bitchs is fan now
My Ex bitch my fan now

Pull up in the Aston Martin
Skirt skirt hell yea then I parked it
Pull up yea then I sparked it
Only lu grams when I'm sparking
I be driving fast I don't even know
What the hell I should call it
Henny got me feeling real retarded
Call me Rifa p yea the artist
Drinking 40s in a party
Got a white girl off the molly
Got a black girl and she narley
Smoking weed feel like Marley
Got a black girl off the molly
Got a white girl go retarded
This a Rifa P party
Yea this a Rifa P party
Rifa why you gotcha bandz out
Roll out the p no grams now
Closed mouths ain't feed now
In my G5 bout to land now
My bitch sick, she got the flu cause
My diamonds dripping, on me so blue
We swerving on the way to the stu
She give me top and I be like oouuu
Backwood filled with cook or glue
Press one button to start the coupe
Press one button to drop the roof
Say one word just get her loose
I hit the henny now I feel it oouuu
All this essences, feeling like a blessing
Find treasures gotta have message
Pushing pressure on the pussy pedals
Can't F*ck with swag, but I got the essence
Called my jeweler, bout to cop a necklace
Now call up Juli, finna get the session
All this gold, gotta stay protected
Dripped in sauce, got the bitches guessing
Paint the ground, red bottom stepping
Je m'appelle Rifa, girl you sexy
Spit the essences, in then undress her

Lets get high, call up bless the session
Rolling woods driving, miss my exit
Rifa life yea, we in the building
Rifa loud, nigga can't u smell it
My nigga sippin, really f*cking tripping
Yea you see a nigga really drippy
Sippin on a, mathaf*cking 4
Yea it got me, really moving slow
Baby yea this is how it go
Nigga mad at me better check ya hoe
Louie stepping better, watch the toes
Nigga I been really on the road
Yea I'm stamping, on my f*cking visa
Yea I'm swiping, all these f*cking visas
I ain't tripping, baby we can spend
I'm pimping baby, I'm trying to flip it

Nigga why gotcha hand out, Ion even do hand outs
Closed mouths ain't feed now, In my G5 bout to land now
Wearing pac sun, with the bandz out backwoods pull the grams out
EX bitchs is fan now
My Ex bitch a fan now
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Nigga why gotcha hand out, Ion even do hand outs
Closed mouths ain't feed now, In my G5 bout to land now
Wearing pac sun, with the bandz out backwoods pull the grams out
EX bitchs is fan now
My Ex bitch my fan now

Pull up in the Aston Martin
Skirt skirt hell yea then I parked it
Pull up yea then I sparked it
Only lu grams when I'm sparking
I be driving fast I don't even know
What the hell I should call it
Henny got me feeling real retarded
Call me Rifa p yea the artist
Drinking 40s in a party
Got a white girl off the molly
Got a black girl and she narley
Smoking weed feel like Marley
Got a black girl off the molly
Got a white girl go retarded
This a Rifa P party
Yea this a Rifa P party
Rifa why you gotcha bandz out
Roll out the p no grams now
Closed mouths ain't feed now
In my G5 bout to land now
My bitch sick, she got the flu cause
My diamonds dripping, on me so blue
We swerving on the way to the stu
She give me top and I be like oouuu
Backwood filled with cook or glue
Press one button to start the coupe
Press one button to drop the roof
Say one word just get her loose
I hit the henny now I feel it oouuu
All this essences, feeling like a blessing
Find treasures gotta have message
Pushing pressure on the pussy pedals
Can't F*ck with swag, but I got the essence
Called my jeweler, bout to cop a necklace
Now call up Juli, finna get the session
All this gold, gotta stay protected
Dripped in sauce, got the bitches guessing
Paint the ground, red bottom stepping
Je m'appelle Rifa, girl you sexy
Spit the essences, in then undress her

Lets get high, call up bless the session
Rolling woods driving, miss my exit
Rifa life yea, we in the building
Rifa loud, nigga can't u smell it
My nigga sippin, really f*cking tripping
Yea you see a nigga really drippy
Sippin on a, mathaf*cking 4
Yea it got me, really moving slow
Baby yea this is how it go
Nigga mad at me better check ya hoe
Louie stepping better, watch the toes
Nigga I been really on the road
Yea I'm stamping, on my f*cking visa
Yea I'm swiping, all these f*cking visas
I ain't tripping, baby we can spend
I'm pimping baby, I'm trying to flip it

Nigga why gotcha hand out, Ion even do hand outs
Closed mouths ain't feed now, In my G5 bout to land now
Wearing pac sun, with the bandz out backwoods pull the grams out
EX bitchs is fan now
My Ex bitch a fan now
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Writer: Perrish Ingram
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Performed By: Rifa P Rolli
Length: 4:15
Written by: Perrish Ingram

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