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slow dance - lonely rich lyrics

[intro]

oh she a sinner
i might just take her out to dinner
i’m on my sh*t, i might just spin her
oh
yea

[hook]

that shawty bad, hope she a sinner
tryna put my d*ck up in her liver
i buss it down, yea i’ma spin her
a couple racks i might just beat her down
[verse 1]

now who the new talk around the town
now who the new walk around the city
still that n*gga that’ll slap you silly just for thinking that you running with me
lot of you n*ggas ran by bullsh*t
women, money, flexin’, flashin’
i was in the streets dippin’ and dashin’
now i need a whip so i can dash
i was on the chase, n*gga i was on the dash
had about a buck fifty on the muhf*ckin’ dash
like “boy you dumb”, leave him in past
i was in the back with a mac on my lap
shout*out uzimaxxkii, gotta flex like that
i don’t wanna dip and dash
2022 with a mac on my lap
2022, get it all off my back
yea, get it off of my back
i don’t wanna run in the streets with a tec or a mac or a stendo clip
got a different vibe, got a brand new b*tch
cut from different cloth so don’t ask me sh*t
don’t ask me sh*t if it ain’t about money or my muhf*ckin’ wrist
i don’t wanna hear sh*t, nah

[hook]
that shawty bad, hope she a sinner
tryna put my d*ck up in her liver
i buss it down, yea i’ma spin her
a couple racks i might just beat her down

[verse 2]

i don’t need her now
my new chick she outta town
like p diddy, just flipped a pound
i don’t never hear about him now, no
i don’t never hear about him now, no
you peep that right
you peep that right
n*ggas talk tough, disappear into the night
got my .40 tucked and you know it’s on sight
so please act tough, swear to god almighty
you know i’m pulling up, so you gonna meet the high beam
my n*ggas coming too, so i told em don’t hype me
coming out my pocket for a bad b*tch, wifey
way too solid so p*ssy boy try me
way too solid so p*ssy boy try me
f*ckin’ on that hoe and you calling her ya wifey
she really for the team, i don’t even think she like me
got a melody sick, these n*ggas can’t bite me
bought my chick a brand new time piece
she don’t even gotta hype me
you know that you gon’ be wifey
you gon’ be wifey, woah
[hook]

that shawty bad, hope she a sinner
tryna put my d*ck up in her liver
i buss it down, yea i’ma spin her
a couple racks i might just beat her down

[outro]

way too solid so p*ssy boy try me
f*ckin’ on that hoe and you calling her ya wifey
she really for the team, i don’t even think she like me
got a melody sick, these n*ggas can’t bite me
bought my chick a brand new time piece
she don’t even gotta hype me
you know that you gon’ be wifey
you gon’ be wifey, woah

- lonely rich lyrics

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