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Felon, fights behind me on the intersection Sex and drugs my anthology on perfection Dress superb admired by conspirists Who wanna try me but ain't high
she rather have a purse? Why give a bitch an inch When she'd rather have nine? You know how the game goes She be mine by half time, I'm the shit,
come thru and i can have ya man if i want to And um on point like a sharp too rich drink rich smoke and rich dick too Rich bitch n a G high high boss
I ain’t been this high since I was Five feet five feet five feet She can’t take it all because she Five feet five feet five feet Stack my money tall
a cowboy Give Tony too much dope I'm pushin' the big boy v12, SL detailed I rap and wait for them checks in the mail If you hatin', your due time life will
why they stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda By way of A-T-L; if you disagree don't even look at me ho don't pass go just go straight to jail With
shit You see us right Fly shit Swag or die and we high Haha Rich Gang DJ Stevie J Stunna, salute
big but I'm not rich (Not rich) I know hella niggas in my circle that are toxic (Toxic) I drink my problems away like alcoholics Hello (Hello), hey how
And everybody knows you can see it how we ride Sittin high on them thangz middle finger to tha sky (I make big money I drive big cars everybody know me I
leaf suit With my five hundred dollar brown knee-high Ballsy Wes said, "It's pimpin' how you wear 'em outside ya pants And by the way my ham sandwichs
from a wine, cheers Swear I'm pocket checkin' y'all for five years And then we 'bout to kick this shit in high gear Eight karats like vegetarians,
rich motha fucka Baby don't play me, don't play me (That a big man thing) Baby don't play me, don't play me (You better kiss my ring) I'm a rude boy from
(What's good, Mario?) Man, all the hoes in the fuckin' background, y'all shut the fuck up Fuck you talkin', man, R5 in the fuckin' building Show
of the big score the night before Met the connect, who was impressively dressed In high fabrics With troops like Babe Ruth, up on the mezzanine Brandishing
the tuck Think the Xanax and the Endo Sack, make me slack? Cocktailed or v'd up, gettin Swiss cheesed up Please don't blow my high Don't blow my high When
Yeah, open up, open up Yeah, yeah, open up, open up Yeah Open up windows, no hitch Three, four, five, six, seven, I'm rich Ignorance doesn't mean
I spent my first two years gettin' high By smokin' dollar joints rolled outta 1.5's That was 'round '84, '85 Smoke all week for the dimes Now
with her toes out Rich nigga, I come straight out the poor house Trap goin' crazy right there by Morehouse Dead and Me, Ced and more ahks Bought
(oh, I am, I'm trying) Whatchu mean, you ain't got no cash? (I got a little bit) Whatchu mean? Whatchu mean? Shouldn't your pockets be big just like
from going down the forty-five South to a German Had to hustle first, parked up by the curb with the service I got networks, and the money be returning
blow me a kiss I sip the six, spot 'em too big I don't get Cris, I'm high as it get Addys and grits, ayy Don't play with it I'm clutchin' all day
the brains Dream Team! Dream Team! Fly high, fly high, fly high One, two, three, ABC, Do-Re-Mi, man alive! Ho ho ho! Ho ho ho! Go go go! Jackson 5
die rich Die rich I don't give a fuck what you gotta say Ima smoke til i'm mother fuckin' high bitch Im in the booth with blunt Purple juice in the cup
the station to channel live That underground hard-core sound who said it'd die 'Cause if it is me and my nine's The first to ride For my niggas Live by
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