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lonely rich - differentiate lyrics

[hook: lonely rich]

i don’t think that you want it
making me sick to my stomach
she call me a sinner, aye
d-ck up her liver, aye
i’m a god d-mn winner, aye
flowin’ with a rhythm, aye

[verse 1: lonely rich]

oh, ya flow so basic
yea you know me, use to spit in the bas-m-nt, huh
now i am looking at faces, runnin’ with paces, reppin’ that gang sh-t
i can take you to the top
toting a glock, b-tch on my c-ck, ouu
f-cking with me on the clock, don’t be an opp, paying it up, ouu
b-tch i flex just like a pro
so much gas all in smoke
please don’t say that you want smoke if you can’t keep it on the low
don’t be a snitch (snitch)
mad i took yo b-tch (b-tch)
you ain’t even hit
you goofy while i’m lit

nascar spit so fast so smooth won’t crash
all these diamonds round my neck
wrist on shine just like sp-ceship
started from the bas-m-nt
thought i’d never make it
lookin’ at blue faces
flow is on attack like i’m a mother f-ckin’ vet
you know nothing about that
i been spitting f-ckin’ bars since i was unintelligent
now i’m smarter, taller, harder, yuh
calling the bartender, yuh
pour another cup i’m gone
roll it up and hit the bong
spark it up its feeling wrong
fix it with a shot a patron
old school kid but don’t get it wrong
brand new strap up on my hip, yuh
baby please don’t trip, huh
running with the clique, huh
richthefunnykidd, huh
all up on my d-ck, huh, yuh

i just want a little peace
is that too much to ask for me?
cma x gtc
drippin’ so icky, so sticky, yuh

[hook: lonely rich]

i don’t think that you want it
making me sick to my stomach
she call me a sinner, aye
d-ck up her liver, aye
i’m a god d-mn winner, aye
flowin’ with a rhythm, aye

- lonely rich lyrics

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