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lonely rich - adhd! lyrics

[verse 1: lonely rich]

face, i’mma stomp
bodies dump, in my trunk
b-tch n-gga think he tough
roll his ashes in a dutch
that’s my girly, having fun
she so bad like janet gunn
leave a knot right on her tongue
tie it up like a two-in-one
pull up in a drop top coupe
rocking with lil coupe
that’s the original crew
ran with him and maxxkii too
aye, dash off like it’s nascar
run around like a track star
you can’t run with my bars
ballin like an allstar
now this that hyperactive sh-t
this that draco in barbados you don’t wanna feel no kicks
tell me, can you feel the jist?
can you feel the way i sin?
can you tell that i’ve gone crazy off the pills and off the jin?
demon in the flesh
take away your final breath
throw a shiver in yo liver yousa quitter not no winner, wow wow
don’t be f-cking bold because this drake will leave you cold
b-tch you know i’m trigger happy don’t you get too close
backhand a b-tch, feel like clocks she off the rocks, aye
punch him in his sh-t, n-ggas hard till i get involved, aye
run pockets for fun aye
f-ck her till c-m aye
demons on the run aye
tommy with a drum aye
sweet -ss n-gga better have my money
tinted gl-ss so you won’t see it coming
mag so stretched sh-lls drip like it’s storming
hit a n-gga up and i keep on pushing
all i want is drugs and money
i’mma go get it like a n-gga went swimming
xxl lil xxl
i’mma break this off like cuz a n-gga too raw, god d-mn

[verse 2: lil xxl]

xxl, xxl, i’ma put a body on snl
save that sh-t, weigh that sh-t, i’m the lul baby tryna ar sh-t
no, i’m tryna destroy all my enemies
they want my soul and my energy
but i’m on a road to infinity
i can’t be controlled by the ent-ty
can you feel the sh-ts?
i just took her her soul
rolled it in a spliff, hold it never choke
you don’t want smoke, we hit every note
roll ya dead homie, we don’t ever choke
you can’t defeat i’m the goat, woah
by manifesting every note, woah
i’ma k!ll you with my thoughts, slow
from the dirt, where the flower grow
that n-gga quick to forget
they always b-tch
know that they hoes
fold, boy you a snitch
oh that’s ya b-tch, l!ck, l!ck
we doing french, kiss, kiss
she with the sh-ts, huh
i send you off wit a hit
not taking song it’s ya head
get out my face owe me bread, oh
i don’t wanna talk get the lead, uh
lemon squeeze, but the dot is red
tommy gun, better run my lettuce
all my n-ggas i don’t know where they headin’
one move you can go to heaven
all black, you can meet the reverend
false move, it’s a 187

- lonely rich lyrics

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