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Rags To Riches Video (MV)




Performed By: 'Vonte
Language: English
Length: 2:33
Written by: DeVonté Simon
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'Vonte - Rags To Riches Lyrics
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All in your bag & shit, love when it's rags to riches uh
Probably don't know who you f*ckin' with
I ain't the nigga who love em quick
But she got a thang goin
And that pussy get wet like a puddle, I jump in it
I called you before, you was probably on road
And I know how it go, I ain't trouble it
I done came back on the gram, I see how you playin
You got this shit bubblin, see how you movin' you levelin' up
All of your business, you got it on tuck
Gotta salute if you gettin' your cash
All of these bitches, you havin' them snatched
I probably get wild and put my child inside and create a new batch
Nah, I'm just playin, but I'm just sayin' it's like a critical match
I like how she don't need no nigga, she don't be gettin' attached
I like when you saying my government name, she spell my name with the accent
I hit from the back and grab your neck whenever I'm losin' traction
I get on that ass and paint your back, I crack it & ruin the mattress
Motivate me and I'm goin' too crazy, had to get up I was feelin' too lazy
But I like a real bitch, if she a real bitch, I tell a real bitch come lay with me
I like how you get it off, how your skin is soft, I see it right through the screen
Niggas gon' pay up & she don't need makeup, no she don't be f*ckin' with Maybelline
Put you on this, yeah, put you on that, yeah, cause you the baddest
A lot of these bitches, they gotta be kiddin, they know they ain't got it
Flew out the city, we left with a pilot
Treated me different, I feel like Obama
Three different bitches, they be on my dick and I only want you, now you got me on timing
Both us on private, they ain't gon' know how to find us
Told me don't go but I gotta, niggas they hoes, told them pay homage
Yeah, knowing these niggas ain't handlin' that
Pussy tight and I spit on a cat, on video cameo cast
You really gon, really gon' make me your dad, keep playin' like that
All in your bag & shit, love when it's rags to riches, uh, huh
All in your bag & shit, love when it's rags to riches, uh huh
All in your bag & shit, love when it's rags to riches, uh huh
All in your bag & shit, love when it's rags to riches, uh huh
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English

All in your bag & shit, love when it's rags to riches uh
Probably don't know who you f*ckin' with
I ain't the nigga who love em quick
But she got a thang goin
And that pussy get wet like a puddle, I jump in it
I called you before, you was probably on road
And I know how it go, I ain't trouble it
I done came back on the gram, I see how you playin
You got this shit bubblin, see how you movin' you levelin' up
All of your business, you got it on tuck
Gotta salute if you gettin' your cash
All of these bitches, you havin' them snatched
I probably get wild and put my child inside and create a new batch
Nah, I'm just playin, but I'm just sayin' it's like a critical match
I like how she don't need no nigga, she don't be gettin' attached
I like when you saying my government name, she spell my name with the accent
I hit from the back and grab your neck whenever I'm losin' traction
I get on that ass and paint your back, I crack it & ruin the mattress
Motivate me and I'm goin' too crazy, had to get up I was feelin' too lazy
But I like a real bitch, if she a real bitch, I tell a real bitch come lay with me
I like how you get it off, how your skin is soft, I see it right through the screen
Niggas gon' pay up & she don't need makeup, no she don't be f*ckin' with Maybelline
Put you on this, yeah, put you on that, yeah, cause you the baddest
A lot of these bitches, they gotta be kiddin, they know they ain't got it
Flew out the city, we left with a pilot
Treated me different, I feel like Obama
Three different bitches, they be on my dick and I only want you, now you got me on timing
Both us on private, they ain't gon' know how to find us
Told me don't go but I gotta, niggas they hoes, told them pay homage
Yeah, knowing these niggas ain't handlin' that
Pussy tight and I spit on a cat, on video cameo cast
You really gon, really gon' make me your dad, keep playin' like that
All in your bag & shit, love when it's rags to riches, uh, huh
All in your bag & shit, love when it's rags to riches, uh huh
All in your bag & shit, love when it's rags to riches, uh huh
All in your bag & shit, love when it's rags to riches, uh huh
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Writer: DeVonté Simon
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