Lyrics:
can be rich
Still get killed by the poor
I'm just tryna find a way to heaven's door yeah
I'm just tryna find a way to heaven's door yeah
Most burning
say the rich have the cure
The rich say the poor are the source
Revolutionaries say it's psychological war
Invented by the press, just to have
me girl all the way now
Oh with you by my side
They just can't keep us down
Together we can make it girl
From the poor side of town
(So tell me
romancing, yeah yeah
I can tell the way you feel by the way you look at me
The way you look off in my eyes, girl it makes it hard to breathe
The way you love
all by myself
Just 5 years old but I sure am cold
My mom's out cooking steak for someone else
Sure am sleepy but I'mma wait till mama come
Eh, the rich
ready
If life was a thing that money could buy
The rich would live,
And the poor would die, I can't stand it, no!
No I can't stand it, no!
If life
me girl all the way now
Oh with you by my side
They just can't keep us down
Together we can make it girl
From the poor side of town
(So tell me
of invest in land
Or getting insurance
For my little man
Or little girl
This is hood economics
We value electronics
Instead of hook on phonics
Get an iPhone
the five-fifteen
Let me tell you something that I've seen
The coal man got run over by the five-fifteen
It cut off his arms and it crushed his ribs
Did the poor man
cauliflower ear,
For it's hard to convince in a romantic pose,
With a lovely black eye and a broken nose,
Where a girl is attracted to skills more refined,
know me, y'all know me
Y'all ain't know me
Y'all ain't know me, y'all ain't know me
Aye
Feelin' too rich i was poor
Now i'm chillin' in the mall
Call me
find
Now if her daddy's rich
Take her out for a meal
And if her daddy's poor
Then do as you feel
Speedin' down the lane even
Thought the speed
"The poor are yours to feed"
Davey the brothel-keeper
Came out dismissed his girls
Saw the water getting deeper
Saw the changing of his world
And her filled her up with gin
Then he put his arms around her
And gave his moustache a twirl
Poor, poor, poor little country girl
She was once a pretty
Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor,
Rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief,
Doctor, baker, fine shoe-maker,
Wise man, madman, taxman, please,
How can
me
Who you're gonna be
Have you ever passed me by
And I know that you are working hard
For our picket fence and yard
Maybe a little girl and boy
But
As the little girl still trembling stood
Before that rich man's door
With a frowning face he scornfully said
No room, no bread for the poor
Then the rich
Yeah life right now a little boring
Lordy lordy
Wanna fast forward to the end of the story
And see what happens for me
Am I rich or poor
By the time
really want is girls, girls, girls, girls)
(All we really want is girls, girls, girls, girls)
I'm lookin for a bad little girl
[Snoop Dogg]
Man it's
Six months later, after a lovely weekend in new Ireland
Rich made reservations at their favorite romantic restaurant
Kaffy knew he was going to propose
fight or stand up for something
It's an uphill battle by the rich and the powerful
But I know what we gotta do
I know what we gotta do
Eat the rich
Eat
old fashion shoe
Found his daddy's hat
And he found little Muley and Muley said
They've been tractored out by the cats
They've been tractored out by
but gotta be grateful what I didn't lose
Tryna feed the poor with little money or bitter fool
The government ain't feeding them fuck being political
So
right through you
Poor little rich girl, poor little girl
Poor little rich girl
Sick of the world, sick of this place
And you know she loves me
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