Lyrics:
know you like romance
But I'm not a romantic nigga
I took a little break from music
Now I ain't back, you know my dick is bigger
You been drinking, I can
The poor little chappy has covered his nappy
With Auntie Maggies Remedy
Now I went to a doctor, I wasnt too well
And he made me lie on a settee
He said
break their nails
Smart girls always know by heart, what some girls always fail
Bad little girls grow up to be good, and good girls finish last
on the hippies and faggots
And the dykes and the weird little children they grow.
Help the black man.
Help the poor man.
Help the milk man.
Help the door man.
i'm ya true mutherfucka thug nation alert
keep his name on the street til ya lay in the dirt
this shit hurts cause we went from poor to rich
by the waist
Tell me that you love me
And I want a nasty dance
There aint no wayyy
We can get rich
Hustle on my mind I ain't worried about a bitch
believe in death before poor
Shooting galleries, for a rich man's salary
Pockets so fat they need dough or low calories
I got an order for another
did they spy?
He led her a-little farther and
What did they spy?
But a new-dug grave, with a spade lying by
"Oh Willie, oh Willie
I'm afraid of your
He was lonely, gloomy, sorrow, poor boy
Last Romantic, lost as ancient Troy
But he had a strange idea, he was only boy for love
He had hope to find
I'm not poor
So they are not here
They mad I got more
[Outro:]
So I gotcha girl, get in my car
Dunno what it is, whatcha waitin here for?
Get it
your little joke
Seven swans-a-swimming is a most romantic idea but not in the bath of a private house
We cannot use the bathroom now because they've
The rich and their spoils
We are children of Luddites and pagans and diggers
Or we are children of war of gentry of piety
However we came here
Burnt by
here
Aye, hurry girl, I'm already waiting
Streets is cold, I'm staying in today
Destiny is already written
Chance with you is all that I pray
I'm
And the Middle East is always in pain
You can get real facts from an encyclopedia
Please don't rely on that social media
The rich hate the poor and the poor hate
Leave em in the cellar
They throw dirt on yo name
Colder than coors
When they closin them doors
No petty for the poor
Your soul can be rich
doesn't matter if you're rich or piss poor,
You're on the road to the pursuit of distraction
Sorry this was lovely but I'll be long gone by the mornin'
I got on Jordan's she got Christian Dior
I hope you smoke cause I wrote papers galore I still ain't rich but I'm a long way from Poor
They locked my
when we ride, trapped in this world of sin
Born as a poor child but I'm a die rich man
Fuck the Benz, we gon hop in a Rover
Make magic every time you
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
straight up
I feel like I'm the same as when I came up
It's still fuck a record label
Still fuck a manager
Still do it all with my girl from my home
Yeah, I
Girl I go hold you very strong
Just like the poor without the rich
Ying and yang cat and dog
Song and dance
Baby I get e pen o just come be my paper make
voice
And twenty-seven angels from the Great Beyond
They tied me to this table right here
In the Tower of Song
So you can stick your little pins in
voice
And twenty-seven angels from the great beyond
They tied me to this table right here in the tower of song
So you can stick your little pins in
I'm livin'
Ya just leave this long haired country boy alone
A poor girl wants to marry
And a rich girl wants to flirt
A rich man goes to college
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