Lyrics:
rich
See we use to have dreams but now we living this shit
I just bought my bitch a Persian Rug, I'ma fuck her on the floor as soon as I hit the door
ours, its ours
she got a little taste and she wants more, some more
we run LA
yeah
cut a lotta girls, cut a lotta checks
thats the life here on sunset
Hey little girl does your mother know you're out?
With your pants off and your pussy stickin out
Somebody whore poor kid
Did you get a hard on not yet
A poor orphan girl named Maria
Was walking the market one day
She stopped for to rest by the road side
Where a bird with a broken wing laid
A few
Hey little girl does your mother know you're out?
With your pants off and your pussy stickin out
Somebody whore poor kid
Did you get a hard on not yet
either you're a boy or a girl they predetermine your sex
Before you were even born they plan your murder and death
To make sure you never make it to your
and Gabana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her cause they wanna
I spit a little G man, and my game got her
A hour later, have that ass up in
session
Yo this is Rich Nice
You brothers gotta stop treating these hoes like nice girls
And these nice girls like hoes
True indeed, I'd like
Bussin' (bussin')
Back by popular demand
Bitch, I'm bussin' (Money, ah-ha)
Ice cold in this bitch (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Ice cold in this
wife
Tell her that I won't be home tonight
So don't leave on the light
I got a little business down the road
And if I'm dead by sunrise
Kiss my baby
the plan is
We going to rob them one
By one, humiliate them enough to
Make them lose credibility, feel me?
Yeah, I feel ya
Good, now see that ho over there
And I'm too high up to ever miss her
She a stupid little bitch
She think I'ma kiss her (Ayy)
Young rich nigga, I don't drink no liquor
And I ball
lie no lie
You can go and make that right
Twos don't make no right
Fuck that baby girl
Three wrongs don't make no right
Four wrongs don't make no song
motherfuckers in the cold
No need to be told, cause when you got a million po' people
Gettin ganked, by a few that are rich and evil
But it's illegal,
The block knows
Baby girl be my diamond 'cause she rocks shows
See my one's ain't no way that you can stop those
Little man got your breath together
Enlightened interdependence
Life in all it's rich variety
Take a little, leave a little
However, by the inexorable logistics of the vampiric pyrosis
They
alike, ain't nobody unique
when every little girl is a prostitute
And every nigga outside police gots to shoot
because here, if a nigga ain't rappin
make
Me think dip dy dip to the socialize
Of americal not America mer
Medler rich peddler "hold up?
Which ways up whatever high
Heather by bush push
sayin "We need
Some more girls in here"
Like it's Olly Olly Olly
I'm ready for the war anytime
When it kicks off
That's why my enemies are pissed off
I'll
gonna happen
To my poor soul, Lord help me
Mama, your little girl is crying
Night and day, do something for me
If you can
When Dante woke up, he didn't mean to
He coulda used a little more time in his dreams
But it was gettin' late in the evening
And as depressed
I'm gone
I don't know what's gonna happen
To my poor soul, Lord help me
Mama, your little girl is crying
Night and day, do something for me
You met her at the bank when you were paying your bills
She was a nervous little girl with golden curls
You took her on a date somewhere uptown
But right now it's little Woo'
Whiskey, Dun know
Shout out da gang, shout out my nigga Fredo
C-R and dat we're locking down ah 1-0
We're
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