Lyrics:
not the one to spite
Such a big man but
I can take you by myself
Think you're rich won't
Even fuck you
For your wealth
Best be careful
For I take away
women
Lit, lit, lit, lit like Bic
SremmLife shit, bendin' by 6
2 by 2, 4 by 4
SremmLife shit, don't answer that door
[Verse 1: Swae Lee]
Neighbors keep
Ima get rich all by myself
Talk to God he gone always lift me up
Pick me up
On my way home get me there
Ima get rich all by myself
One day one day I was
waiting
I was being patient
Now they wanna know, why I been alone and to myself
By myself with a group of people really thats how it felt
I got used
to do right hanging by a thread
All he needed was somebody to care
Came from a broken home he led a life alone
Don't want to be a clone of a dad he's
broke kids is calling me rich
Wanna be called by the coach, he got me warming the bench
All cause I broke our star player ankle,
It seems I still can't
not bow down to yours
I will cling on to my King
I will worship Him alone, God, He's always by my side
You can call me call me names
Call me crazy I
little lamb, little lamb
Debbie had a Satan spawn, Satan spawn
Mama, why do they keep saying this? I just don't understand, understand
And by the way,
percentages
I know they're getting rich
But they haven't taken everything
Those paybacks are a bitch
Though I've lost quite a lot
I am still in control
They
Expect to get rich tourin' and never do shit for it, man
I been historic so long, it's gettin' borin'
Multiple mansions to reside and switch foreigns,
the answer I know, is right before my eyes
Why? Just because Why?
Why? Just because Why?
Why are the rich and beautiful in power?
Why do we raise
carol
If I give it all we go enter soro
Hmm I get many answer for you
I get killa vibe
Make I give you what you want
Everybody want fi know
Where
your rain down by me
I break down to my knees
I need some answers please
Oh I
Ok I'm coming back to murder them
I'm planning on me
Got the rain pouring
by the law
If my brothers get rich it's gon' be all my fault (be all my fault)
Can speak for itself, so I barely can talk (barely can talk)
My shirt
We started racing like in Nascar
How much times that lil' bitch call me back
And I ain't answer
She call me by accident
And she say it's a glitch
of two
Different kinds of "bigness"
The big Taurian appetite for pleasure
And the grand Leonian need to be known
You weave a thick
Rich tapestry
Shawty down to roll aye aye
Down to ride aye aye
That's my rib yeah
Always by my side aye aye
That's my family yeah
We were meant to be yeah
That's
for a loophole in which prisoners can be subjected to giving free labor during the their sentence. Another answer to the problems the Thirteenth
By your man when you haven't quite woke up? #metoo
When you're both 17 in Cali where no Romeo and Juliet rule applies to you? Hashtag you two in jail!
you keepin ya bread? Where you keepin ya coins
Where you keepin ya bread? Where you keepin ya coins
Aye, money only wanna be held by a boss nigga
Money
A nightmare on Elm street special right to the core
The overgrown ivy
The gate that creaked when opened
Somehow you'd expect Freddy to answer this door
smile when I'm gone
It means I had the strength to move on
To find another story to tell
To answer the bell
I got some roses to smell
When magic's
call a undercover, a pig in the blanket
Uh, lifestyles of the rich and famous
Shoot you in ya head like Abraham Lincoln
Stuntin' on them bitches like
beef, I'll shoot you
Walk-walk, no talk-talk, no sub and no woofers
It's on, tell by my tone
Real nigga call, better answer your phone
You gon' let me
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