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you just a rat Tryna ride my wave I'm big big shark you a little bitty nat Big big big facts They ain't ever lend no help Tryna get rich Just tryna
hands Just did a stick-up, just got picked up One dead punk, killed by the man New York New York big city of dreams And everything in New York
and it's glistenin' (Uh) The bitch got mad, I dissed her (Rrr) Shawty, you ain't nothin' to a rich nigga (nothin') I'll put a check on a bitch nigga
rich, yeah I'm a big pimp, yeah I talk big shit, yeah We got sticks bitch, yeah We don't miss shit, yeah uh Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands
to the rim with black model-c chicks They all talk slick so I talk slick back Packed blue skies that hurl hair back My radio is high drive right by Aint no big
are migratory? ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried. GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut? ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk! GUARD
40K, now she act different (let's go) And her ass different, look, my cash different I'm gettin' money on purpose, you got it by accident (that's
and then a drop, if it's a club then she gon' hop From club to club and dick to dick, trick bitch, hush the shit Hit licks for big chips, get rich, retire
a couple hundo Big mansion with a double front do' Pretty young thang in a new condo Pray to God, stay rich, stay humble I got big bank casing
beats To hell with phat beats I'd rather rock acapella I'd rather be broke and have a whole'lotta resent Not a rich king, a pawn, a pegan for me to pee
On The Radio Big up to anyone who's been involved in care & community 'Cos it's the GLC back again With another rave anthem for you to feast on, ya
The way things are going we need a quick fix, baby I don't mind you being a rich bitch, babe If I were a real big baddy, sugardaddy, I'd be good to you
You thought I was rich And I am but not how you think I live in a Tudor house Under the freeway in Mar Vista by the beach When you call I take my
, Yidle-diddle-didle-didle man. I'd build a big tall house with rooms by the dozen, Right in the middle of the town. A fine tin roof with real wooden floors below. There
And remember we bragged on how rich we would be To get up out this hood was like a fantasy And now you hear my songs the radio is bangin' Oh, I can't
hands Just did a stick-up, just got picked up One dead punk, killed by the man New York New York big city of dreams And everything in New York
war in Middle East Like mice teased by cheese Then squeezed by self greed Live in the city of sins You need Gs to stay breathe He kills the weak legally
Uh, I thank the Lord for my mother Too young to understand but why every summer She ain't want me outside when it was hot, boy Influenced by
I thank the Lord for my mother Too young to understand but why every summer She ain't want me outside when it was hot, boy Influenced by
RICH P & Free World Music Limited (PRS) By Road Elf Written and composed by Clifford Hall - Damian Hall - Nigel Whitefield Intro Mi naah laugh
by all means, carry on as you are You're gonna be the next big radio star Play your music and have your fun But your stupid little love songs aren't
i'm a die trying to get rich I got steppers in the six with some big sticks Five bloods and I’m rolling wit six crips Patek full of water got his wrist
Once upon a time I was rich How you gonna tell me I wasn't living as a kid, uh Once upon a time I was rich I was runnin' runnin' round I was
no lame, shawty) When I hop in my Porsche of course I know (Porsche) Big ass bank rolls won't fold (woo) Where were you when I was trappin' out
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