Lyrics:
all your madibas & em
Getting robbed by a bunch of kids
That's the world that we live in
Asking God when I'm leaving
I'm tired of crying a tissue
Tired
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
baby you know that I'm bagging you
I had to get a Louis, a bag or two
It is no one that is bad as you
We got new Pateks on Pateks too
Made it
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Ya know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my
time high, they couldn't know it was raw
You would die if you smoked it, too potent to snort
If you think by the bar, you probably choke on the thought
the beer dryer
So I was sittin' on the couch by the fireplace
Zip comes in; he shoves a daquiri in my face
Richard's up in the control loft with a set
standing for yeah
Yeah
It's Martha Richard again
Love you guys
Thank you for supporting me
(Uno tos tres quarto)
It was a little beginning
Overcome
fun
Well it's early in the evening and everything is still
Well it's early in the evening and everything is still
One more time, I'm walking up around
Was it Jesus
Or was it Marx
Who'd speak
"Each according to their needs"
Oh wait
That's right
It's both
And that goes for everything
That goes for all
you’re moved by all the damned
And not as free as you,
Don’t want to free myself
And I try to be this smart
Being as spectacular as you,
In
or the 6
I'm close kin
I got blood on both sides and they both tired
And they just wanna survive to see another year
I HOLD NO FEAR
No soul can hold me
(performed by Wealthy Whit)
N***a no
Not a hoe
Oh you blind?
You can go
I got goals
And I’m gold
And keep it real, yo ass been on death row...this
rings
That make it all feel nice
Do I really need
A brand new this or that
Made by some little kid China
And encased plastic wrap
For which I'm
shot
Got it by myself ain’t nobody help me pockets eating junk food looking healthy
If I was locked up at the top would you bail me
Richard Millie Plain
from the jet to the beach, got a million-some dollars on me
Got a milli' on me with a Richard Mille on me, I'm the bigger homie
I don't get no sleep, I
the Richard Mille for the time yeah
Diamonds shining blu-ray HD with the tints on
Don't know why they hate me I'm just putting all the shit on
If you bring her
day goes by, little time machine,
I'm raking my brain over what it might mean
Just to claim the time and to turn away,
To make today today.
Who
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Y'know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my man
at half past three
you don't look out, she's gonna spew on me
I'm gonna run, railroad bill
I'm gonna ru....
-"Hello, Richard? Mo, Mo, I'm different,
I dress? Yeah, like my flesh, yeah
Soon as I roll up, put my doors up
Go'n head, pour up, roll a few O's up, let's go
Four by four, that tall shit,
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Ya know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my
signed by Hov and Dame?
And ran to Jacob and made the new Jesus chains?
In Jesus' name, let the choir say
"I'm on fire, ay," that's what Richard Pryor say
me tired
She is so obsessed with me it's like i'm her desire
Niggas think this funny I am not no Richard Prior
Yeah i got a report but it's some things
We don't wanna hear it
Richard Millie buss'n out the seems
I'm in Amiri
Told her at the end I always win
She wouldn't hear me
See me making moves
I'm
.jpeg/275px-Harpo_Marx_playing_the_harp_(cropped).jpeg "Harpo Marx")
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