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drink Cops on the lawn waitin' for the kids to leave. Willey knew the Brothels Willey had the speed Willey had the friends that had everything you need
We at Rc Willey It is her home Her way Eh Bossin and we saucin I'm turnin and i'm tossin I be winnin Cut the losses And I won it When I met you I
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What a shame, what a shame Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga This is it, boy Stacking money to the sky, getting rich, ha' Stacking
What a shame, what a shame Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga This is it, boy Stacking money to the sky, getting rich, ha'
to do It i am an artist and I care about humanity Yes I am personally rich and I can Buy furs and houses for my family But I need access to more money
Robertson Willey was an upright young man Everyone said he'd go far He loved his wife, he loved his kids But most of all he loved his car He was a .
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Beautiful, dirty, dirty, rich, rich, dirty, dirty Beautiful, dirty, rich Dirty, dirty, rich, dirty, dirty, rich, beautiful Beautiful and dirty,
there Nothing that doesn't show Baby you're a rich man Baby you're a rich man Baby you're a rich man, too You keep all your money in a big brown
an artist never seen yet with a vision With a reason Stared with venom at the ceiling Not the grass But straight ahead Just at the skyline With
there Nothing that doesn't show Baby you're a rich man Baby you're a rich man Baby you're a rich man, too You keep all your money in a big brown
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the superstar recording artist Transitions to independent status After a successful twelve years at Shady Aftermath interscope, during which time he Sold more
Let me guess, another album about, "Poor me I'm so famous, it has ruined my rich little life And I'm such a tortured artist, let me make music about
there Nothing that doesn't show Baby you're a rich man Baby you're a rich man Baby you're a rich man, too You keep all your money in a big brown
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the artist I can't trust no fuckin' body They still out to get me 'cause they never got me Dropped outta school now we dumb rich (dumb rich) This sound
nigga, ayy An imaginary rich nigga, ayy Seven figures hold that slimmer than my bitch figure, ayy Goin' digital and physical on all y'all, ayy Bunch
I'm rich Like a hot noise Rich rich rich I'll take you out, boy So stuck up I wish you'd stick in to me Flesh ripped off Raw Hey! Turnin'
that's low as cocaine was Martin had a dream, nigga, I did too To make it out the hood, rich, bitch, off that stoup So, I took it that thaw, and hit
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