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RICH off PAIN
by V.AN
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Rich off pain ain't nobody give me nothing
I got bitches in the whole house fucking
Double cup love yea i'm pouring up buckets
Lost my pops at 18 you don't mean nothing
Rich off pain ain't nobody give me nothing
I got bitches in the whole house fucking
Double cup love yea i'm pouring up buckets
Lost my pops at 18 you don't mean nothing
Never sold dope but I seen a nigga cook it
My mind so fucked up sometimes i think i'm crooked
Dropped out of college cause i felt This music shit was better
She think I'm cool as fuck the way a nigga
Rock this Moncler sweater
Baby hold on dont you tell me about the old life
You had cause i don't never
Want to hear about your past
I left them dusty ass niggas in the past
Cause they was never on some serious shit like cash
I need directs I'm a run it up lonely
R.i.p my pops you never by your lonely
I don't ever need no snake ass homies
I been running up these digits like Rich Homie
Rich off pain ain't nobody give me nothing
I got bitches in the whole house fucking
Double cup love yea i'm pouring up buckets
Lost my pops at 18 you don't mean nothing
Rich off pain ain't nobody give me nothing
I got bitches in the whole house fucking
Double cup love yea i'm pouring up buckets
Lost my pops at 18 you don't mean nothing
Rich off pain ain't nobody give me nothing
I got bitches in the whole house fucking
Double cup love yea i'm pouring up buckets
Lost my pops at 18 you don't mean nothing
Rich off pain ain't nobody give me nothing
I got bitches in the whole house fucking
Double cup love yea i'm pouring up buckets
Lost my pops at 18 you don't mean nothing
Never sold dope but I seen a nigga cook it
My mind so fucked up sometimes i think i'm crooked
Dropped out of college cause i felt This music shit was better
She think I'm cool as fuck the way a nigga
Rock this Moncler sweater
Baby hold on dont you tell me about the old life
You had cause i don't never
Want to hear about your past
I left them dusty ass niggas in the past
Cause they was never on some serious shit like cash
I need directs I'm a run it up lonely
R.i.p my pops you never by your lonely
I don't ever need no snake ass homies
I been running up these digits like Rich Homie
Rich off pain ain't nobody give me nothing
I got bitches in the whole house fucking
Double cup love yea i'm pouring up buckets
Lost my pops at 18 you don't mean nothing
Rich off pain ain't nobody give me nothing
I got bitches in the whole house fucking
Double cup love yea i'm pouring up buckets
Lost my pops at 18 you don't mean nothing
