Lyrics.com »

Search results for 'poor little rich girl by the romantics' Page #144

Yee yee! We've found 3,452 lyrics and 192 artists matching poor little rich girl by the romantics.

Year:


Filter by gender:

Lyrics:

on my neck and that’s a fact no I don’t cap
I got a grill in the back with a half naked girl with a rack that look like Nicki
And a WAP like Cardi I’m
that are overdue
Still got some dreams that ain't come true
But I got a girl I can hold on to
With her by my side

I'm B-L-E-double-S-E-D
Alive and well
I know who's gun it is
Just by hearing the shots that's Bo
​​​​​​ That's Little Mack
Damn baby who the fuck is that?!
I can tell from the way that he
The world that we live in
Is twisted and I’m anxiety-prone
So girls be eyein me at parties
But I be tryna be home
Cause I’m tired, man I’m so fuckin tired
I’m
what I'm sayin'
Whatever you need, csain,
you know what I'm sayin
Don't want a chick
that's worried bout another chick
Let's get rich
I know you probably
still getting bodied for phones

Sometimes the truth don't rhyme
Sometime the lies get millions of views
Funerals for little girls, is that appealing
I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be
I don't wanna be no B-list celebrity
Keep that Glock by my feet
Born and raised up in these streets
Duckin heat,
got that orange
Fanta, shawty a Leo but got told a lie that her boyfriend had cancer
Shut up little boy I ain't sending no disses
Just popped up with
gone find you another
Rich thick smart and pretty
Motivated with ambition
But not afraid to light a sticky
Grown shit this ain't Rugrats
More drive than
about life
In just a little while, she learned that with a smile
She could have pretty clothes, she could be any man's wife;
Rich men romanced her, they
GQ a little bit
Go street when I'm in the mood
Ghost bitches and niggas too
My niggas will go get what I need for me
There's no stress cause we
SOILED IN REGRET

It's fun murdering words that are blood curdling,
By now, you must live under a rock, if you ain't heard of him.
Madchild, I don't
the falls to kiss the girls
With their impatient hands groping honey breasts and curls
They are filled with desire
And high in the hills there's a baby
like I love Lucy
my crib is crawling with blunt roaches and
when I'm feigning, I exterminate them by them
lit the dro, in a optimo sizzle slow
hit
I'm waking in the morning getting my little boy ready for school
I'm combing his hair brushing his teeth and fixing his food
Tommy Hilfiger outfits
want to screw me. 
Oh-wee I got the goods. 
I roll with rich girls to score in the hood. 
The folklore true ten inch vegetable, 
The sex is
Sally
By the seashores, I sold shells to the catties (who did it?)
Me and akh done it twice, we're pending on a triple (verb)
Xrp, we're tryna let
kids
Up in the ground I ain't new to this, fool
Little girls off to college doing this shit
Too
For the white ones mummy take her clothes off
Never did
on
And we live 
What's goin' on in Luton, guys, let's talk about it (from the zone)

Shrooms to the face, bottles by the case or the Ace
We just fuck in
Midnight shit put that bitch on camera
Cute little white girl her name was Hannah
She like it slow, now she wanna go faster
Ass so fat call that shit

Discuss these poor little rich girl by the romantics Lyrics with the community:

0 Comments

    We need you!

    Help build the largest human-edited lyrics collection on the web!

    Search for song lyrics by

    Genres »

    Styles »

    Browse Lyrics.com

    Quiz

    Are you a music master?

    »
    What is the key of Bohemian Rhapsody?
    A F major
    B Bb major
    C B major
    D Bb minor

    Free, no signup required:

    Add to Chrome

    Get instant explanation for any lyrics that hits you anywhere on the web!

    Free, no signup required:

    Add to Firefox

    Get instant explanation for any acronym or abbreviation that hits you anywhere on the web!