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checkin’ in - lonely rich lyrics

[chorus]

it ain’t nothing but a setback
i got the sweetest, i’ll delete a b*tch, i bet that
i’m too conceded, can’t compete with n*ggas diss tracks
i been a demon, i ain’t speedin’ in no h*llcat
this a srt
with a hemi underneath
i can take a n*gga beat and rip it up
big dog, no leash
if a n*gga talkin’ tough then i might have to grab the heat
i’ma spit and mix it up because i got the recipe

[verse]

how that boy was dissin’ but he hang with weirdos
now how that n*gga missin’, last seen him a week ago
hit you and ya patna, now ya bro don’t come outside
yea i told you bout that p*ssy sh*t, it might be yo demise, hey
boy you rub me the wrong way
don’t like the way that you move, that boy shifty
i’m rollin’, i’m cruisin’ the wraith down the one way
i keep me a trey on my lap, sh*t get tricky
i keep me a trey on my lap, sh*t get tricky
i ain’t finished yet
rob a n*gga, shot a n*gga
this ain’t nothin new
yea the only thing that’s fresh would be the tints up on my coupe
they can’t see me when i’m coming, they like
holon, who is you?
then i hit him with that fye, glit bow
that’s a closed case
b*tches give me dome, face
my b*tch got her own wraith
tay*k, we gon’ do the race
ak hit em in his face
choppa it go fye
let it knock
when the timing right
he gon’ let it spray
everyday
till the sun is out
eastlawn baby, from the block of 35th
b*tch i’m always dripped in blue
you might think that i’ma crip
i been hitting every b*tch off my timeline
feel like icky
my n*ggas do not chat on timelines, might pop a benny, woah
i said girl don’t call my phone
‘less you want to get took home
no you can’t come to the show
no you can not meet the bros
bro these hoes is really gross
p*ssy, power, my respect
b*tch you know i came for that
gtc is what i rep
gtc is what i rep
aye, lonely rich b*tch
[chorus]

it ain’t nothing but a setback
i got the sweetest, i’ll delete a b*tch, i bet that
i’m too conceded, can’t compete with n*ggas diss tracks
i been a demon, i ain’t speedin’ in no h*llcat
this a srt
with a hemi underneath
i can take a n*gga beat and rip it up
big dog, no leash
if a n*gga talkin’ tough then i might have to grab the heat
i’ma spit and mix it up because i got the recipe

- lonely rich lyrics

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