Assalammualaikum guys!
lama sudah rasanya saya tidak menulis untuk blog huehuehue.. pada kesempatan kali ini saya akan membahas tentang Rich Chigga, siapakah dia ? apa - apa saja album dia ? dan lyricnya ? oke langsung aje ye kita bahas ya..
Profile Rich Chigga :
Name : Brian Imanuel a.k.a Rich Chigga
Name : Brian Imanuel a.k.a Rich Chigga
Born: September 21, 1999 (age 17), Jakarta, Indonesia
Nationality: Indonesian
Siblings: Sonia Eryka, Roy Leonard
Genres: Hip hop music, Trap music
Nationality: Indonesian
Siblings: Sonia Eryka, Roy Leonard
Genres: Hip hop music, Trap music
Album :
Dat $tick ( 2016 )
Who That Be ( 2016 )
Dat $tick ( 2016 )
Who That Be ( 2016 )
Seventeen ( 2016 )
Lyric Rich Chigga - Dat $tick
[Verse 1]
12 in the morning
Pop shells for a living
And berry gon' smell blood trail every minute
Rogue wave on you niggas no fail when I hit 'em
Everytime I see a pig, I don't hesitate to kill 'em
Ain't nobody give a fuck about a rule
Either get diplomas or a tool
I'mma cool with my youngins
No bool when I'm sprayin'
This K at you fuckas
Fuck a gang affiliated with nothing but my name
[Hook]
Man I don't give a fuck about a mothafuckin' po
I'mma pull up with that stick and hit yo motherfuckin' door
Man I don't give a fuck about a mothafuckin' po
I'mma pull up with that stick and hit yo motherfuckin' door
[Verse 2]
People be starving
And people be killing for food
With that crack and that spoon
But these rich mothafuckas they stay eatin' good
Droppin' wage livin good
Holdin steel Glocks but you been a bitch suck a thick cock
Fuck a Crip walk hit the strip like in Bangkok
Never ever see me ever trip bout a lil broad
See me on the TV screamin' "bitch you a damn fraud"
And you don't wanna fuck with a chigga like me
When I pull up in that Maserati, better duck fore ya brain
Splatter on the concrete, I'mma hit you with that 45
Bullet hit yo neck 'round the bow tie, lookin' like a thriller
Film bitch I'mma go right back with the clip in I know
You be shakin' don't test me or I might just click at yo noggin
[Hook]
Man I don't give a fuck about a mothafuckin' po
I'mma pull up with that stick and hit yo motherfuckin' door
Man I don't give a fuck about a mothafuckin' po
I'mma pull up with that stick and hit yo motherfuckin' door
Rich Chigga - Who That Be Lyrics
Yo bitch on me but you can never do nothing
Cuz yo momma raised a pussy
Everytime I walk to the drop top, can't help but
Close my eyes cuz my whip so glossy
God damn bitch, I don't smoke no gas
I don't pop no Xans hella cake
I just need that ass don't worry bout no mans
Look at me, look at he, you don't wanna fuck 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 Bat(man)
I don't see no such thing as a motherfucking bro mane
You ain't fucking 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 fuck hit em with the damn 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 ass sea
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Yeah, pull up on me, sip a high-t, till I OD
I don't really give a fuck no more b
Skrrt skrrt onamonapee, bitch Grand Prix
Pull up on a fuckin enemy, 3rd degree
Now imma go right back to the crib (to the crib bitch)
And leave the fuckin country with the brick (loudpack)
I'd call the cops on myself if I can, (if I can)
This shit too crazy need the fuckin ambulance (ambulance)
Don't wear no jackets, I just wear that metal vest (skrrt skrrt)
Got all this money but these bitches unimpressed (yea, yea, yea)
Getting bread earn income (man)
Spend it on this Balmain
Working all night I might run into the Bat(man)
I don't see no such thing as a motherfucking bro mane
You ain't fucking 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
Rich Chigga - Seventeen Lyric
Never worry 'bout a single hatin motherfucker
Lookin like my next supper, all these moves that I'm makin got people talkin
Like how many papers is this man signin, I'm back with the backpack rap
Man I'm thinkin that this shit finna make them scat, got a bag full of cash if we talkin bout that
Run run it like Forrest Gump can you feel that, ay
I'm a renaissance man, if you wanna get a feat you not gon get response man
I be hotter than some shit your mom cook in a sauce pan
Don't be jealous don't be rude go back to rollin up grams
People think I'm sick as shit but I'm just eatin on ham
Wanna beat me in my game then bitch I'm settin up camp
When the females hear my name I know they pussy all damp
Mr. Veterinarian I make that kitty go ham (damn)
Ballin only seventeen my skin is green
Watching numbers goin up that's just the everyday routine
All my old friends hit me up they wish they had a time machine
Feelin like I'm Cube I always hit 'em with no vaseline
Always sayin no when you ask em if they got beef with me
DMs blowin up I always say no bitch this dick ain't free
Watchin on your every move I got that shit on DVD
Flexin all the time but I just know that you a bourgeoisie
You got cash, buy sum chains, I buy houses ain't that strange
You ain't shit, I get lit, all you do is counterfeit
Little chick, but she thick, and she always on my drink
Shit I'm thirsty give it back, and she blondy just like Zac
("who the fuck is Zac?" "high school musical")
Bitch hold my stacks I'm 30 minutes late to France
Gotta get this cash, never give no chance, better bounce that ass, paid her an advance
Got me thru this day, sippin on Bombay, I don't trust you gotta take this survey
Man I don't look back, never cut no slack, better get way back, fore yo ass get smacked uhh
Memphis flow but I'm from Jakarta ho, never understood my hustle but I guess the more you know
Checkin on your Instagram I see that shit is going slow, always hating on the progress man yo ass has gotta go
Ballin only seventeen my skin is green
Watching numbers goin up that's just the everyday routine
All my old my friends hit me up they wish they had a time machine
Feelin like I'm Cube I always hit em with no vaseline
Always sayin no when you ask em if they got beef with me
DMs blowin up I always say no bitch this dick ain't free
Watchin on your every move I got that shit on DVD
Flexin all the time but I just know that you a bourgeoisie
