Lyrics:
hands I'm sorry
I'm just stopping the suicide at night
Don't wanna drop any Badgers
I'm Elliot the hedge
I'm in a fucking trap cage called a cell
Where
about the green bitch mind like Billie
Middle name Richard so I had to cop a Millie
Little by little I'ma make these bitches feel me
I'm shining while I'm
the Richard
(Yeah)
Cause I don't need that
They keep watching all my money
I don't need that
Lil chain
Let it hang by the neck
Broke neck
That's enough to break
delicately
They're to be sodomised by Richard and Judy
This parties getting started
Sanity has departed
Judy is dancing nakedly whilst Richard wanks
Take a picture, you can look don't touch now
I done crossed the endzone and I just touched down
Richard millie with the bezzy get it bust down
Baby stop
right by your side
Don't cry for me I'm right by your side
Fly high baby boy fly high
Fly high baby boy fly high
Don't cry for me I'm flying so high
Don't
posted in the streets
With a diamond AP, havin' Richard Millie dreams
'Member bruger boy Gene? Now Amiri with Supreme
It don't take much for my click
bath (yeah)
Guns on me, I was going down the wrong path
I'm humble with the money and I don't cry (no)
Beat me at the game, I'ma grab it (grab it)
I
up a boulder
(HACK! HACK!)
Hack up a boulder
(HACK! HACK! HACK!)
Up a boulder
Now, one day, now I believe it was on a Tuesday, a man in
the end of Richard now I go by TypeRich
Used to be in the bleachers
But now I could just buy shit
And if you wanted to be friends
I'm sorry I'm not social
They call me by my nick name in the club
I don't fuck with whitney she's a thot
If you wanna leave me please do not
Baby try to listen when I talk
We are
Cheeba chebba, y'all
You're all (Cry together)
Cheeba cheeba, y'all i need (Lie together)
Ya don't stop to get by (Cry together)
Yeah yeah
Ahh (You
get high
Tryna serve in my lane, lil' nigga, I won't let 'em get by (I won't let 'em get by)
Say you runnin' the game, lil' nigga, you don't tote
Oh I'm a tshomie wave I smell so funky like I don't bath
I'm on my shit call me fly
I am so fresh now these days
I am Untouchable elliot ness
trippin', trippin' hard, damn near fell (I was trippin', trippin')
Richard Mille in the field, I feel like Odell (mm-hmm)
Spill my lean and niggas sip, I
Yeah, let me hold you
Don't cry baby
If this makes you cry
Girl I didn't mean it
Next time I should lie
The truth is inconvenient
I bet if
look lame
Without them Joe podcast don't sound the same (it don't)
They got they own podcast now, I don't know the name (uh)
It ain't no Drink Champs
But you did, now I'm going all out kid
And I got mad love to give, you my nigga
You're all
I need
To get by
You're all (lie together, cry
But you did, now I'm going all out kid
And I got mad love to give, you my nigga
You're all
I need
To get by
You're all (lie together, cry
(I, I, I, don't want you to see me cry)
Yea rest In Peace Lil Naughty
Fuck you bitches, Coppers yea, You laughing
Now is the time to stop
(I, I, I,
at the homie's spot
Now I'm turning 16 ,I robbed a kid name Richard banks
Richard had a future ,he was starting up at Goldman Sachs
Just another robbery but this
Let's begin
Hello, Richard you're looking
Handsome tonight
Please, lay down if you haven't already
It's been a full day
And it's now time for you to go
such times we weave
i`m growing blind
brother can you spare the time of day
i don`t believe
and i don`t mind
`bout what his old face has now to say
Like why you so fly? (I don't know)
Like why you so high? (I don't know)
Like why them niggas staring at you so hard every time you ride by? (I
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