Lyrics:
me he wasn't sure
'Bout this poor boy
But you didn't worry 'bout what I wasn't
You didn't care that I came from nothin'
All I could give you was my
nah baby, this ain't living no no no no
Yo you can't tell me I'm hip
You can't tell me I'm hop
People dying everyday, they getting
Killed on they
Good news great joy this Yah man yah still a bring
This Yah baby weh born Him nuh normal, a lie
Christ pon the scene sins ago pardon
Walk the earth
what's good my guy
You know, niggas is poor like wifi
Moody blues, like I'm ore da stand
Spicy girls and she don't need a man
Sticky fingers unzipping my
You pushing Agenda’s
We pushing Daisy’s
Growing offended
By niggas that’s
Politicn
Another way to let a rich man make a poor decision
My people money
loves me)
He's just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life from this monstrosity
Easy come, easy go, will you let me go?
Bismillah! No, we
[Intro]
Well this one reaching out to all the leaders, and the media,
Well this is Rodney Price aka Bounty Kiler,
The leader for Poor People
walking
All alone at this time of day
Your man thought he was too grown for you
We gon' fix that right
But first things first we gotta wave good bye
Why
Okay one, two, three, two, two
Baby don't you drive around with Dr. Bernice
She's not a lady doctor at all
She's got hands like a man with hair
I put my life on the standby
I was winning by a landslide, have u ever seen a human get eaten by a man alive
You tune it into my IG , show you why I
Before I knew it my mom pulled a gun
"I know who you are, but who the hell is that?"
I turned around man, this bitch was fat
I really don't know, she
myself some bape
Stas and some louis too
If you talkin' out your mouth
Leave you black and blue
Drop a weight on his head
Like it's Looney Tunes drop shot
I once knew a man, well a man by age if you understand
He would spend his days down by the beach chasing all the girlies
Until there was this one,
ya shimmy coca What
Poor another round can you be my closer
Shimmy shimmy ya shimmy coca way
She don’t need no man just some company
(Ohhh ohhh
that make the babies (oh, yeah, baby)
And since a man can't make one
He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one
So will the real men
fi je omo fun mummy
My baby say she no fit wait for me
So if i no get money that's a shame on me
Every man have to make money
I know say money no be
Awful tunes Makin your money low
My bad man tunes Makin my money grow
Has anyone noticed the motivational speakers are rappers
Supposed influencers
Nicki Minaj's eyeliner is a
Precision event, a marvel
As if drawn on by the kind of
Pre-programmed robot arm used
For laparoscopic surgeries
It is
the roots
What the fuck you doing man, you poor excuse
Always on edge, man I keep it ten toes
Pull up to the party with my ten hoes
Hearing all this shit,
bitches thinking they lit
Uh what's up doc I got these bitches sick
Just like the looney tune goon carrots grippin da wrist
He a fan she a fan them and they
wonder if I'm dead or alive
Poor momma can't control me
Quit tryin' to save my soul, I want to roll with my homies
A tickin' timebomb, an't nobody fade
really care
We don't really
White man,black man
Poor man,rich man
Gunman,slave man
Free man,new slaves
Amen!
White man,black man
Poor man,rich man
hang his head in shame
Some babies, some babies just ain't
cute with a name with a name like Bruce,
and everyone knows that Bruce is an old man's name,
green stuff
Provided to you by sack man
Pacman how in the fuck do you think we gon' do that, man?
Ridin' round Old National on eighteens without no
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