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filory! - lonely rich lyrics

[verse 1: lonely rich]

we ain’t duckin’ sh*t, b*tch
find the flow and i make it stick
bandingo with extended clips like a wendigo might just catch a sin
where did he go, yea he up in the golden city
brand new draco with me
we might just take your missy
red hair b*tch and she look like misty
spin yo block, yea we leave it misty
oh sh*t, somebody turned up missing
they won’t find the ditch he lay in
f*ck a b*tch, i need my payment
i can’t sign no affidavit
told me i can’t rap before, but now i might just snap, huh
b*tch it get too crazy when you f*ckin’ with the kidd
got these diamonds on my neck my wrist it blue look likе a crip
might just take her to crib
beat it up and makе her strip
said she fiendin’ for my kids
told that b*tch just suck my d*ck
trilly sent the beat so i gots to snap
that’s your girl? yea, she made a mess
cma, that be my pack
ain’t n0body matching that
13shots he play the backseat
these n*ggas wanna catch me
these b*tches like my energy
turn her mans to an enemy
n*gga, don’t you ever count me out
got a flow that b*tch so icy it eradicate your doubt
302 i’m from the north but got the play straight from the south
got my brodie on the beat, he bout to k!ll it, that’s no doubt
[verse 2: bandingo]

uh
i just bought a new chopper n*gga
yea, don’t make me pull up with that llama n*gga
send you to the doctor n*gga
crack you like a lobster n*gga
762s handle the b*tch boy, better act proper n*gga
you ain’t gonna pull out the fan n*gga
you ain’t gonna pull out them bands n*gga
why you hatin’, you know you a fan n*gga
i’m the man cause i got a plan n*gga
need a bentley truck, n*gga talk too much
i’m gon’ hit him up
pick him up
paramedics gotta come through and pick him up
you said you want some war
b*tch i’m at your door
i’ma send you to the lore
p*ssy n*gga, you a dork
bet this nina eat you up, huh sh*t, it ain’t even got a f*ckin’ fork
i’ll pop a n*gga like a cork
i been balling hard, no sports
i been balling hard, no sports
i been balling hard like dwight
got the knife, got the pipe
what you wanna do, let’s fight
see boy, you walking on thin ice
i’m supposed to wrap the boy like ike
knock the p*ssy out like fight night
bet i beat a body n*gga, ray rice
[verse 3: lonely rich]

comin’ off the rip, we leave em sick, i’m smoking purple dank
diamonds got the meter going crazy, leave you blurry mane
bad b*tch, sitting in the sun, high fashion
n*ggas think it’s sweet but lemme tell you sumn bout me
if you reach, best know i clutch, yea
my n*ggas gonna bust quick
we do not play that tough sh*t
them pleas you copped is bluff b*tch
diamonds on my pinky ring
no we are not the same
bulletproof my f*ckin’ wraith
.40 tucked below my waist
and best believe we always grimey
know the watch is perfect timing
ain’t no tick, it’s sl!ck, my time piece
might just put it on my dime piece
little girly way too shiesty
throw it back, now she rewinding
n*ggas snappin’ let me chill, let me chill

[outro]

b*tch it get too crazy when you f*ckin’ with the kidd
got these diamonds on my neck my wrist it blue look like a crip
might just take her to crib
beat it up and make her strip
said she fiendin’ for my kids
told that b*tch just suck my d*ck
trilly sent the beat so i gots to snap
that’s your girl? yea, she made a mess
cma, that be my pack
ain’t n0body matching that
13shots he play the backseat
these n*ggas wanna catch me
these b*tches like my energy
turn her mans to an enemy

- lonely rich lyrics

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