Who That Be (Josh Pan & West2ne Remix) (Josh Pan & West1ne Remix)
Rich Brian"Who That Be (Josh Pan & West2ne Remix) (Josh Pan & West1ne Remix)" ist ein Song von Rich Brian, 2016, Pop. Der Song dauert 2:17, 55 lines / 430 words.
Songtext
0:00Who That Be (Josh Pan & West1ne Remix) - Rich Brian
0:26Yo b***h on me but you can never do nothing
0:28'Cuz yo momma raised a P***y
0:29Everytime I walk to the drop top can't help but
0:30Close my eyes 'cuz my whip so glossy
0:32God d**n b***h I don't smoke no gas
0:34I don't pop no Xans hella cake
0:36I just need that a*s don't worry 'bout no mans
0:39Look at me look at he you don't wanna f**k with we
0:42Hit the streets roll on me
0:44You gon end up in the sea
0:457 30 wake up skrt up in the lobby
0:48Then proceed to flee
0:49All my people riding in the back seat on a killing spree
0:52Wait who that be ready on the count of 3
0:55Squeeze that G leave that scene
0:57Bouncin like the trampoline
0:58Getting bread earn income man
1:00Spend it on this balmain
1:02Working all night I might run into the batman
1:05I don't see no such thing as a motherf**king bro mane
1:09You ain't f**king slick if you think you in my team mane
1:12We gon' pull up on the kids with a flat brim cap
1:14And the tats get the brick
1:15And I don't give a f**k hit 'em with the d**n dicks
1:17Man hold up pause now they red like Santa Claus
1:19I'm a G bet there's something wrong with me
1:21All these mans on the ground lookin' like the dead a*s sea
1:25Yeah pull up on me sip a high-t till I OD
1:27I don't really give a f**k no more b
1:29Skrrt skrrt onamonapee b***h Grand Prix
1:30Pull up on a F**kin enemy 3rd degree
1:32Now imma go right back to the crib to the crib b***h
1:35And leave the f**kin' country with the brick loudpack
1:38I'd call the cops on myself if I can if I can
1:41This s**t too crazy need the
1:42F**kin' ambulance ambulance
1:44Don't wear no jackets
1:45I just wear that metal vest skrrt skrrt
1:48Got all this money but these b***hes
1:49Unimpressed yea yea yea
1:51Getting bread earn income man
1:53Spend it on this balmain
1:55Working all night I might run into the batman
1:58I don't see no such thing as a motherf**king bro mane
2:01You ain't f**king slick
2:02If you think you in my team mane
2:057 30 wake up skrt up in the lobby
2:07Then proceed to flee
2:08All my people riding in the back seat
2:10On a killing spree
2:11Wait who that be ready on the count of 3
2:14Squeeze that G leave that scene
2:16Bouncin like the trampoline
2:17Yeah
Who That Be (Josh Pan & West1ne Remix) - Rich Brian Yo b***h on me but you can never do nothing 'Cuz yo momma raised a P***y Everytime I walk to the drop top can't help but Close my eyes 'cuz my whip so glossy God d**n b***h I don't smoke no gas I don't pop no Xans hella cake I just need that a*s don't worry 'bout no mans Look at me look at he you don't wanna f**k with we Hit the streets roll on me You gon end up in the sea 7 30 wake up skrt up in the lobby Then proceed to flee All my people riding in the back seat on a killing spree Wait who that be ready on the count of 3 Squeeze that G leave that scene Bouncin like the trampoline Getting bread earn income man Spend it on this balmain Working all night I might run into the batman I don't see no such thing as a motherf**king bro mane You ain't f**king slick if you think you in my team mane We gon' pull up on the kids with a flat brim cap And the tats get the brick And I don't give a f**k hit 'em with the d**n dicks Man hold up pause now they red like Santa Claus I'm a G bet there's something wrong with me All these mans on the ground lookin' like the dead a*s sea Yeah pull up on me sip a high-t till I OD I don't really give a f**k no more b Skrrt skrrt onamonapee b***h Grand Prix Pull up on a F**kin enemy 3rd degree Now imma go right back to the crib to the crib b***h And leave the f**kin' country with the brick loudpack I'd call the cops on myself if I can if I can This s**t too crazy need the F**kin' ambulance ambulance Don't wear no jackets I just wear that metal vest skrrt skrrt Got all this money but these b***hes Unimpressed yea yea yea Getting bread earn income man Spend it on this balmain Working all night I might run into the batman I don't see no such thing as a motherf**king bro mane You ain't f**king slick If you think you in my team mane 7 30 wake up skrt up in the lobby Then proceed to flee All my people riding in the back seat On a killing spree Wait who that be ready on the count of 3 Squeeze that G leave that scene Bouncin like the trampoline Yeah
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