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lonely rich – ballad! (outro) lyrics

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[intro]

huh
they like “rich what you call this one”
i call it the ballad
you knowin’ that my sh+t is valid, yuh
(l+l+l+lonely rich b+tch)

[chorus]

baby, this your ballad
you know i’m way too valid
i might just leave you hypnotized
type of n+gga blow yo mind
f+ck my ex, new b+tch a dime
so now i’m spending all my time in the southwest
these n+ggas ain’t bout that
they got yet to press this
yet to press this
cure to my depression
she off my checklist
still that n+gga, 302
don’t know you, we poppin’ too
my new b+tch like jimmy choo
let her test it
[verse]

bout time that we got paid
bad lil b+tch with pinkie rings
hit my dance and do my thing, we spin yo block in light blue paint
b+tch you know my speakers bangin’ day to day, we makin’ plays
feats with me might get you paid
cma my gang gang gang
with a bad b+tch, know i got clout to my name
that was 2017, on the phone makin’ plays
i runnin’ with some n+ggas who’ll k!ll ya if i say so
check every month, i was living on a payroll
if he test me, ima tweak, that’s me
he said she a friend, i’ma f+ck her bestie
ytn, ima pull up in a mink like ybn, yea i’m comin’ three deep
she said the clock is ticking
lil baby, my watch don’t tick no more
it cost some sh+t you ain’t seen before
you know my bezel shine and glow
these n+ggas really want it
bad b+tch, she gon stay one hundred
spit my sh+t and leave em nauseous
n+ggas talk but it ain’t nothin’, woah
caught my flow, kidd master, woah
yo b+tch call me master, hey
he test me, disaster, why
f+cked his b+tch, her name was kai
wrist too simple, flashy, why
my girl bad, i think she bi
ran my check up, gotta get by
ran my check up, gotta get by
[chorus]

baby, this your ballad
you know i’m way too valid
i might just leave you hypnotize
type of n+gga blow yo mind
f+ck my ex, new b+tch a dime
so now i’m spending all my time in the southwest
these n+ggas ain’t bout that
they got yet to press this
yet to press this
cure to my depression
she off my checklist
still that n+gga, 302
don’t know you, we poppin’ too
my new b+tch like jimmy choo
let her test it



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