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lonely rich - cook up lyrics

[verse 1: lonely rich]

cook my heat up in the stu
my separations nothing
been dropping bars since i found my flow
produced on the low, my goals to blow, d-mn
run down on yo b-tch, god d-mn
slide back to the crib, god d-mn
let the b-ss kick in, god d-mn
let the b-ss kick in, god d-mn
turn a beat out like a dyk- b-tch
i’ll bite back cause them n-ggas won’t type this
i rap fast cause i do what i want b-tch
cma, my team gon fight b-tch
she ride d-ck, doing tricks, bmx sh-t
do it while i type this, my life’s tragic
no i’m not racist, f-ckin with a white b-tch
keep my verse raw like a demon in the flesh, god d-mn
free lbuckz out of the pen
give my mans a pad and pen
learn from me, keep ya music raw
not a mp3, that’s a .wav, no flaws
tote a pole off alcohol
the plug so fye we’ve done it all
run down on us expect a 9 to the face
got a .40 in the rafe, shoo
all my n-ggas (they blast too)
bomb the audi (out no roof)
matte black rims to (match the shoes)
put them on the (bentley coupe)
if me and savior (don’t know you)
call up tenet (with the tool)
then we dash off (to the stu)
write a song we (makin moves)

[verse 2: tenet]

stash the cash and make em, boom

- lonely rich lyrics

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