Lyrics:
there’s somethin' you need help with
I've done it by myself and that may sound a little selfish
This ain’t no little league, only swingin' big bats
My
the raps way before I had a gig guide
And whats a fucking human to the big five
Dirt poor to stinking rich
All this drip rappers around me sinking ships
When
on my girl, watchin' her glow up (woo)
Rich nigga still in the neighborhood store eatin' cold cuts (yeah)
Street nigga, bitch, I'm in the Bentley doin'
below freezin'
I got a family, can't afford a coat
So I leave a little paper there before I go
Spend a thousand on a hotel, they poor and broke
Made
with too little pay
I love a girl in Saginaw, Michigan (Saginaw, Michigan)
The daughter of a wealthy, wealthy man
But he called me that son
with too little pay
I loved a girl in Saginaw Michigan the daughter of a wealthy wealthy man
But he called me that son of a Saginaw fisherman
And he said
Especially if she has my little girls
I wouldn't mind some boys too, yeah
Man, I hate them long walls
I'm tryna be rich by time the home blows
I'm tryna be
the whole point of a diary. Millions of people that have breached this little girls privacy after she was chased by Nazis, kick her while she's down)
little move I stay out the way
I like having sex but I love gettin paid
I know when I'm gettin to one then the other is getting away
Too turnt up to trip
by little inches
Now actress bitches suck my dick and do my dishes
+Kiss the Girls+ I'm world renown
For collecting bitches bi-coastally without Morgan
DO THE LIP LOCKING
STILL ALL ABOUT YOU TALKING
BABY IT’S NOTHING
TO SHOW ME A LITTLE LOVING
I CAN SEE THROUGH YOUR MIND
DEEP INSIDE GIRL YOU’LL
your chores
Be a good girl
You could of ran the world
But you had to speak
Entitled little bastard
The devil is your master
Verse 2
He is dead
Left his
pantyhose
His willy's now surrounded by a mass of greasy curls
And he cannot hide his hard-ons when he's around the girls
He doesn't get up out of bed until
Like LoLo say, "we're all a little boy or girl inside"
Naked and afraid
Hungry with no bread
A little kid hid by the layers of life we've accumulated
for America
This my open letter to you dear America
The place where the rich gets tax cuts
And the poor barely getting because they don't get that much
its not fair
To give it to a rich girl mehn now who goes there
Rocking on the Prada the Sark jeans the Louis
I be the family guy with brains yeah they
us to part for the momento
Got her little backpack took some paper and passed a pencil
Needless to say by that I was deeply flattered
Taking note
Get a little tired of these internet gangsters
Try to hold a man to account like a banker
Don't look at me cos I'm rich and I'm free
Once you finished
Took a first class trip into the lions den
He's hit the big time now, you pretty little girls better watch out
Rags to riches it's the same old story
Why you want to fall in love with me
Girl I barely know you
She like "pull up to my crib tomorrow I could show you
I don't want to waste no time
mirror
Acting like a thug, ooh.
He waited for a dark night; he was frightened, boy, the fog rolled in,
As a rich man, he came walkin` by,
"Hold your
All I do is shots shots shots, I don't use no cup or no mixer
I rock all my clothes like a hipster
And I rock them shades like a G
That girl be
underneath
Translucent lucid poor little girls totally addicted to your flesh
Why is Mc Totally Rad so ridiculously fresh
Next spirit blessed it rope my neck
If it don't fill my heart then at least I know the truth
At least I got a rich dick and your bitch can suck it
Two bags under the eyes tell your girl
Discuss these poor little rich girl by the romantics Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In