Lyrics:
reports on the last resorts
Of the stepped on, the non wealthy
Scrounge up the money to pay for rent
Lent too much by such and such
Sucked dry and fucked by
Here's the plan bois, we gon be takin all they shit tonight
Hit a 100 houses man we gon be eating rich tonight
All them college savings man that shit
No oh oh
Sometimes I feel like this life ain't mine
I ain't gonna lie not it ain't too kind
Fucking with the drugs cuz they always by my side
Never
in the past, I don't get it
Don't leave the nigga on if you ain't with it
Can't have a kid by a bitch who ain't committed
So scared of love, I don't
was so rich I could’ve bought the world and EVERYTHING
In this life is a game played by a flaky god
He gambles every life
Try to escape but you know
chop like Saint Nick
If you gotta die to get rich, then you better take that fuckin' risk
She think I'm finna go get us some liquor
Boy, I came out with
they keep Hawks out to stalk me out for my next damn play
In fact, they don't even dress me, by dts
They call me papi
In fact, they love it, when I reply
time and try to reminisce
And all you get is little flashes, a piece of the past
And as each year pass you start to realize that the only thing that last
When I was just a little girl
I asked my mother
What will I be
Will I be pretty
Will I be rich
Here’s what she said to me
going back to cheddar
'til I find myself
Hang my phone down by my hips.
We'll maybe get rich.
And oh the sunlight burns my eyes.
And shows my carriage where I drive.
It's gon'
to rest his feet
A fat man walks into the pizza shop
Another little one walks out with nothing
Pretty girl walks by and I say,
She turns her back,
socialism, totalitarianism
Beyond your wildest imagination - Glenn Beck
Because I'm rich in ring prowess
Blessed with technical skill and extremely
Well off
into the background
And continue to sink through the sidewalk with my head under a bench, to see
who hears me, narrating their lives by the way they hold
Jamaicans lif up yu nine,
everybody a go rich but not di same time
Jamaicans lif up yu nine,
so mi tell yu if uu see black people you will find, YU KNO
Jamaicans lif up yu nine,
everybody a go rich but not di same time
Jamaicans lif up yu nine,
so mi tell yu if uu see black people you will find, YU KNO
My friends turn haters they putting curse on the fame
Spit in my dre shit and I spit I’m ah little wayne
And all I’m trying to do is just feed on my
tells me her little stories
All the rich boys that she thinks are boring
And I don't really listen fully
I just stare at her in a Biggie hoody
I tell her
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
tight like braids
I'ma exfoliate
Serve a whole lotta face
I got expensive taste
I done have girls and lost my ////////////
Let me concentrate don't mean
and motherfucker this ain't good
Crack heads selling dope to dope heads
On blocks that's rented by house niggaz
That's all getting rich off of the bloodshed
still a kid
Imagine what life like when I get big
I'm a be rich surrounded by chicks
Couple of cars, couple of cribs
Gettin' a couple of mills
when ya
Bounce with me, bounce with me
It's the B to the O-W
Wow even your girl fall in love
When I smile
The tight little guy you ain't seen in
a fairy tale for a dragon and a witch
They're perfect for each other, she ain't pretty he ain't rich
They're a little bit surprised by what they've
the city.
Flogged and burned were these poor little ones,
despised, deceived and mocked,
my brothers the Indians.
A thousand times mistreated,
a thousand
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