Lyrics:
ocean wide
I could cross the burning desert
If I had you by my side
I could be a king, dear, uncrowned
Humble or poor, rich or renowned
There is
God of the rich man ain't the god for the poor.
God, men and the state hospital is closed, and wouldn't you know
Winos and office girls in
ocean wide
I could cross the burning desert
If I had you by my side
I could be a king, dear, uncrowned
Humble or poor, rich or renowned
There is
ocean wide
I could cross the burning desert
If I had you by my side
I could be a king, dear, uncrowned
Humble or poor, rich or renowned
There is
ocean wide
I could cross the burning desert
If I had you by my side
I could be a king, dear, uncrowned
Humble or poor, rich or renowned
There is
ocean wide
I could cross the burning desert
If I had you by my side
I could be a king, dear, uncrowned
Humble or poor, rich or renowned
There is
a rich man's game
No matter what they call it
And you spend your life
Putting money in his wallet
9 to 5 oh What a way to make a livin'
Barely gettin' by
you rich
That feelin' it'll pass
Good boys come in last
Bad girl by my side
Poppin' pills on the fly
Cold grave when I die
I came by to see you
bands (I'm poppin' some bands)
I got that girl in a trance, freaky lil' bitch suck my dick through the pants
By the way, yeah, these bitches Amiri
Hip-hop
Feel good hip-hop
True story hip-hop (When I'm sitting by myself I wonder)
Hip-hop
Hip-hop
Hip-hop
Real life hip-hop (When I'm sitting by
They Health
Turn They Back On Me
I Swear I’m Better Off By Myself
I’m By Myself, I’m By Myself
I’m By Myself
All This Dick Riding They Doing
I Said I’m
ransom
50 g's, need keys to free their grandson
Run but you can't hide, rich is what we long for
You get your wig split back, caught in this
me never, stay together
Filthy rich or flat broke, laugh at all my daddy's jokes
Hold me when I need to cry, love me till the day you die
With every
"Believing that he's an animal
He thinks he has the right to kill"
(Great John on the beat by the way)
Trap money comin' through the front,
like a rich bitch, I'm too potent
I don't do the nosebleeds, I want floor seats (uh-huh)
I'm only fuckin' with a nigga that can coach me (yeah)
I
the kid
She got tunnel vision
She be starin' at a rich nigga dick print
I'm in Atlanta with the Wraith
With the Remington
Have my way with her face
She got
There go Quando at the door, yeah
And, I swear, and I swear
By the corner store, that's the murder squad (yeah, yeah)
That's that third eye
I
and child
It cannot be just for the rich or for the poor
If it is, there's gon' be war
I learned rule number two before rule number one (What's that?)
FYB, Rich Gang
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Yeah you're all welcome to come in
Look, I go by the name Jermaine Dupri, right (the young boss)
Sauce
pissed off
Need a pill, dog
Tryna make a brick log, we'd be rich, dog
Tryna make a brick log, we'd be rich, dog
I bought a nine and he front a nine,
a ridiculous wrist (yeah)
I got a ridiculous bitch (yeah)
My opps, they sick because I'm rich (whoa)
No, it's no way we ballin' like this
I shoot my shot,
Lil Darius – “Myself”
Hook
I don’t feel I need them no more I don’t feel I need nobody else. I really feel I’m better by myself. I don’t
the hundreds for real
Yeah, I really love me a pretty ho
I got me some honeys for real
Checks comin' in, yeah, by the load
So I'm thumbin' for real
Hoes comin'
industry
Until I'm stupid rich and
Now I'm stupid rich, ah
(Even if she go away, even if she go away)
Assumin' this is what they humor is
To Pimp a Butterfly
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