Lyrics:
He eats boot black rotted on a
Piece of white bread
He did the Pink the Pink Elephant
Blinded by the sauce you know
I'd rather stay bent
Baby are you still down
Still down for me
Still down to take a brick
Out of town for me
Rippin' off the whole clique
Thirty rounds for me
See
It's so nice to be rich, rich, rich, rich...
You are viewing lyrics of It's So Nice To Be Rich by AGNETHA FALTSKOG from the album UNKNOWN
crushin' bum rush the chef, it's my nephew
The king of the west, two niggas to test you
Let your next move be your best move
Jah bless you
1,2 1,2 what you
a minute fellows
Have you considered this
Well, anyway, it's my turn to sing
So shut up really?
But look at Epitaph he wins it by a half
According to this
Pretty little Sally sat up by the tree trunk
White miniskirt with a Betty Boom bum
She had a ass like Deborah Cox, face like Lauryn
Waist like
be skinned
Paper rougher than the seas in a gale force wind
Hey hum yer bum be sore
Damn that toilet paper forevermore
It's all the same when you eat
your yansh by force
Cause you fine die
Omalicha you dey make a man cry
I no go lie you dey enter my eyes
I no go lie e
You dey make a man high ee
Aaaaah
for the disgrace of the successful one
The jealousy is the weapon of the incompetent bum
So if you think you've got your best frined
You better look
Pretty little Sally sat up by the tree trunk
White miniskirt with a Betty Boom bum
She had a ass like Deborah Cox, face like Lauryn
Waist like
Even if you let me die
I'd lose it all To have you right by my side
I'd wait for months
For you to realize
I'm what you want
But you're just one of those
I'm the face of my city
Cosigned by Diddy
Hard liquor, I'm shitty
Hotel with some bitty
Got her doing my bidding
You changed, no kidding
Wasn't
the baby boom has come of age, we'll work it out
I told my brothers don't you ask me for no favors
I'm conditioned by the system, don't you talk to me,
no amateur
Bom bom bom
Bum bum bum
Ain't shit sweet
I Ain't impressed by no gold
I just wanna see us shine
I'm the baddest queen you know
The only
Papa's dead
Children, children now can you hear
Tell me Mama what do you mean by that?
Get your hat, put it on your head
Go to town, see your Daddy's dead
as you like
But come, get some, you little bums
I take the cake from under the baker's thumbs
I bake the cake get two of them for one
Then I move
Hate to tell you, baby, hate to tell you ba-a-by
Hate to tell you, baby, that I don't love you
Hate to tell you, babe, I can't put no one else above you
throwed off ever since I was a toddler
Baptized by fire
But that was after the water
Holy Spirit take the lead
Bum bum bum bum bum bum
Oh Father can you
Uh
Uh, Yeah
Honey, I can tell by the wanderin look in your eye
You're just a little boy with about a thousand lies
And the girl you say is always
Consumed by you and me
Nicole
Nicole, I love you
I'm thinking of you
With every motion I make
When the stars are above you
Know that I miss you
shoes
And my rock star phone
I'm waiting for a friend to call
Or the rain to fall
Life goes by
Who knows why
[chorus]
I can't wait for the world to spin
Have you heard of one Humpty Dumpty
How he fell with a roll and a rumble
And curled up like Lord Olofa Crumple
By the butt of the Magazine Wall
hard, get barred
Get back, write Braille
Get jailed, jump bail
(Don't stop, you don't) fail
Look out kid
You're going to get hit
By users, cheaters
hard, get barred
Get back, write Braille
Get jailed, jump bail
(Don't stop, you don't) fail
Look out kid
You're going to get hit
By users, cheaters
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