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ghulam – rich & violent lyrics

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[intro: maserati boves]
oooh
yeah i’m rich and i’m violent b-tch (i’m rich)
come thru hit you wit the f-ckin’ stick (that stick)
got my money on deck yeah it’s lit
come thru smokin’ up all the piff

[hook: ghulam]
boy i’m so rich and violent
making money from this vicodin
pushin’ keys and the vitamins
30 clip draped on the side of the p-ssenger
and i’m feeling like a bachelor
prolly should call me the chancellor
this year me and my team
we bout to f-ck up the calendar
we bout to f-ck up the charts
we bout to break all them hearts
you think we wastin’ our time
all cause we makin’ this art
gold fillin up my mouth
gold fillin up my house
gold drapin’ on the couch
30 round drum
it boutta bounce

[bridge: ghulam]
talk to me dumb and i prolly put you in a body bag
been up all night from this gas but i still be down to scr-p
and you still hatin’ on us all cause we makin’ this cash
blowin’ it fast, speedin’ right now, we never crash

[verse: maserati boves]
skrt! (i’m rich)
skrt! (i’m rich)
skrt! (i’m rich and violent)
skrt! (i’m rich and violent)
(i’m rich and violent)

switchin’ the style up
my music is timeless
movin’ in silence
i’m so defiant
squad startin’ a riot
squad startin’ a riot
let the money talk like the guns do
step back thats the wrong move
if they caught me that’s the wrong dude
i move silent like the wind do
lightsaber mace windu
erase your life like a pencil
i be rich and violent
ey
yeah
yeah
yeah
i be rich and violent ey
nah i wasn’t born this way
it was ingrained into me
and i did it just last week
hit him with the f-ckin’ stick
and i’d do it all again
if i really had to do it
cause i do it for my friends

[hook: ghulam]
boy i’m so rich and violent
making money from this vicodin
pushin’ keys and the vitamins
30 clip draped on the side of the p-ssenger
and i’m feeling like a bachelor
prolly should call me the chancellor
this year me and my team
we bout to f-ck up the calendar
we bout to f-ck up the charts
we bout to break all them hearts
you think we wastin’ our time
all cause we makin’ this art
gold fillin up my mouth
gold fillin up my house
gold drapin’ on the couch
30 round drum
it boutta bounce



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