Lyrics:
graduation
Take him to the movies, by the cemetary
If my corpse could talk then I would tell him, I was sorry
Lifestyles of The Rich & Famous
Some die with
had a cousin man
He was big in cocaine
So all them rich kids
To me they were slave
Cause the money wouldn't be
If my cousin never gave
Official picking
straight to Jehovah
When I take shots like M Sharapova
Doing up tennis
Call man Dennis, I'm a Menace
Doing up olives in Venice
Big man ting, I'm bigger than
when my base hit
Riding round with me big spliff, riding round with me big spliff
Dem chant dem chant, if dem a really want, we a put them top on we hit
coming by
I done fucked your bitch a hundred times
What the fuck your bitch got on her mind?
My fucking dick
I call her dickhead
Spicy like a Big Red
IM READING POOR DAD RICH KID
MY FATHER HMMM
DIDN’T HAVE ALOT OF DOUGH
BUT HE LIVED BY MANY QUOTES
NEVER RAT ON CATS FOR THE CHEESE
THATS THE BRO
young Nardi thinking
Decade went by 'fore I got to blinking
Big Idea maybe the music's my thing
What a ride these memories bring
Asparaguys and gals
present a night called
Network pick up
Big song sound string up in a day the dancehall tonight everybody gwaan hold a vibes
Roots wine man a drink
to all the Gods in Now Rule
Melacasis, Sea and my man True Born
I want to give a shout to Big Bob
Scooby Real and the whole Mob from the Stallion Mark
(ooh, you know you got going on)
Uncle Mike is in the house (this ain't a R&B song)
Bob Power is in the house (you got it going on)
Tim Latham is in
it's a hit stick (ayy)
I ain't goin' back broke, I do rich shit (ayy)
I fuck my hoes on a pile of money, I got rich quick (ha)
Too rich to go
This song right here,
Is dedicated to the president of the United States of America
Y'all might know him as George Bush
But where I'm from,
A real boss up in the game
Don't have to pay to play
We burnin' down come smoke a pound
I'm just a flight away
I earned the right to say I'm
Rich off what
arresting
What?
Ain't a damn thing change now
Cause I been getting money
Who you know pulled up
Black cars drewed up
With the big-faced hundreds
Put
now
Cause I been getting money
Who you know pulled up
Black cars drewed up
With the big-faced hundreds
Put them things on the road now
Nigga still
Eatin rich
Fried fish
Won't ever switch
Don't trust a hoe
Don't trust a bitch
Gon flip the switch
From off to on
On on the song
I'm gon do it big
want ek’s lit
I'm like bitch get that rich make that switch fuck his bitch oe pêrels om my nek
En jou bitch hier by my plek oe
Big booty bitch en ‘n
lungs are damaged
Chain with the dangle
I do bad all by myself
1 of me. And 2 of you that's a threesome, spread them legs.
Chain gang first down free
on the ground i'm finna rake up
Bad bitch in the game when I'm laid up
She got ass in them jeans yeah she teasing
Ooh she looking right I'm finna beat it
Cute bob
They want fast life, I want soft
My take home peak, I need prof
It's only heat when I drop
I'm the chief, call me bob
Lemme build
A table for the fam
this way and let your mind be free
And by the way, welcome to the party
Hey Grand master Bob that
Old school shit's fresh
But uh let's rock some of that
a di mighty Culture
You know she Black Uhuru sing sensimilla
Pass the kutchie Mighty Diamonds
Bob Marley Kaya
Rasta herb songs a fire
Thanks to Ras
the rich when his is tepid
It's the older model's privilege to log on and kill the message
Fuck like you mean it, Bob
Fuck like you mean it, Flo
Fuck like
chains
Roll up 20 deep to the shows, I got a big gang
I'm the big fish like Vince so let me tell my theory
Get rich off this now I can see that clearly
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