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ballad! (outro) - lonely rich lyrics

[intro]

huh
they like “rich what you call this one”
i call it the ballad
you knowin’ that my sh*t is valid, yuh
(l*l*l*lonely rich b*tch)

[chorus]

baby, this your ballad
you know i’m way too valid
i might just leave you hypnotized
type of n*gga blow yo mind
f*ck my ex, new b*tch a dime
so now i’m spending all my time in the southwest
these n*ggas ain’t bout that
they got yet to press this
yet to press this
cure to my depression
she off my checklist
still that n*gga, 302
don’t know you, we poppin’ too
my new b*tch like jimmy choo
let her test it
[verse]

bout time that we got paid
bad lil b*tch with pinkie rings
hit my dance and do my thing, we spin yo block in light blue paint
b*tch you know my speakers bangin’ day to day, we makin’ plays
feats with me might get you paid
cma my gang gang gang
with a bad b*tch, know i got clout to my name
that was 2017, on the phone makin’ plays
i runnin’ with some n*ggas who’ll k!ll ya if i say so
check every month, i was living on a payroll
if he test me, ima tweak, that’s me
he said she a friend, i’ma f*ck her bestie
ytn, ima pull up in a mink like ybn, yea i’m comin’ three deep
she said the clock is ticking
lil baby, my watch don’t tick no more
it cost some sh*t you ain’t seen before
you know my bezel shine and glow
these n*ggas really want it
bad b*tch, she gon stay one hundred
spit my sh*t and leave em nauseous
n*ggas talk but it ain’t nothin’, woah
caught my flow, kidd master, woah
yo b*tch call me master, hey
he test me, disaster, why
f*cked his b*tch, her name was kai
wrist too simple, flashy, why
my girl bad, i think she bi
ran my check up, gotta get by
ran my check up, gotta get by
[chorus]

baby, this your ballad
you know i’m way too valid
i might just leave you hypnotize
type of n*gga blow yo mind
f*ck my ex, new b*tch a dime
so now i’m spending all my time in the southwest
these n*ggas ain’t bout that
they got yet to press this
yet to press this
cure to my depression
she off my checklist
still that n*gga, 302
don’t know you, we poppin’ too
my new b*tch like jimmy choo
let her test it

- lonely rich lyrics

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