Lyrics:
richer the Richie quickly
Niggas wanna hit me if they get me dress my body in linen by Armani
Check it, my lyrical carjack make your brun' splat
High
Check it out, 1996
Bitches still sucking on dicks
Hoes just, tripping man
Choosing they men by what kinda cars they drive
What kinda keys you
let's bring that shit back
Yeah baby
Listen up
You see the way I dance
This pink dress pisses you off
If I really had a chance
I'd like have a meet with
to make love in the middle of the night
And every breath that I take is brand new
I'm a man brought back to life
Cast her and pull 'er
Upset her to save
He courted her a year and a day
Oh, the rose and the linsey, oh
Till her the young man did betray
Down by the Greenwood side, oh
She leaned her back
you know what it is
I'll be the man for ya
I'll be right I'll be right
I'll be your lover
I'll be right by your side
When you need me girl
Ohhh yeah
you're stopped by a cop
The difference is, who advances the plot
You have to do it, and I can simply not, because
Baby, I'm the white man
I don't sing
(hook)
I'ma take you back, take take you back
I'ma take you back, take take you back
I'ma take you back, take take you back
I'ma take you back, take
belts on dj's, sportin' tryin' to spin on felts
I see that rugged kid comin' through, gimme that screwface
He's wearin' girdles, your back-up man
fall through
I wanna see you wearing that dress tonight
And I wanna see you take it on the edge all night
Baby I wanna be your lover wanna be your man
disguise yeah
It's a certain sound that's been curated over time
By the man in question
I'm sure you've been able to see the progression over time
As I'm
"Gimme a pound thank you man"
"Gimme a pound thank you man"
"Gimme a pound thank you man"
"Gimme a pound thank you man"
"Gimme a pound thank you
To a swamp song by the time I told her
You know I'll already be gone (Gone)
Take me to the wild wild west
I'll wear my finest dress
To your midnight rodeo
impressed
By the way this ass be bouncin
When it jiggle in my dress
You bitches can't fwm
Weak ass bitch you obsessed with me
Mad I'm the shìt, And I do
on that sun dress I like so much?
Wait out by the road, I'm comin' to pick you up"
Whoa
Throw your suitcase in the back
Whoa
Done gassed up
afraid
THE PARTY BEGINS
Musicians play in the garden, in formal dress
By a Baroque fountain
Whose waters cool the warm evening air
Torches are lit
We
Don't, don't, don't, don't
I'm from the East man
Oceanside we get high
Say fuck the heat man, we just tryna get by
Going up to Easton
Bring a Dutch for
been with me from the start
Hid my drugs from the NARC's, hid my guns by the parts
I got this model chick that don't cook or clean
But she dress her
and back on my bullshit
If a nigga disrespect he can eat a full clip
Pull pit got the Preacher man screaming whose this
SP stacking paper but you should’ve
waiting every day
Your man must think it's safe for you to travel that way
And I don't want to violate your relationship
So I'll lay back in the cut with
suffered set-backs
Had shouldn't-have-said-thats, had made everyone mad
He made 808s, so he's everyone dad, know he ever gets sad
Hotel rooms by
comin' back
It's four hundred and sixty-seven miles to the outskirts of Las Vegas
What do you say we go get married by a preacher man who looks like
Over by the roadside there was a man trying to flag a ryde
Watching his life go by
Life over by the farm
Big fire over by the barn
Over by
phone
Look, nigga, I ain't rich, I did some shit that I just wish I'd take it back
Borrowed my heart, but nigga they ain't bring it back
Nigga, I ain't
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