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lonely rich - flowswitch lyrics

[pre verse: lonely rich]

slip down on a crossfade
n-gga let the beat play
i’ma k!ll this like i was running 20 deep mane
slide down on the opp block
light it up, fight it up
b-tches start the fire up
spark the wood then double cups, yuh
keep in on the low b-tch now you gotta go
i’ma beat k!lling machine and b-tch you know i never fold
big chops feeling like i’m rick ross
lonely rich the new star
crossed up on the rocks, yuh

[verse 1: lonely rich]

i’m a new wave n-gga that’s how i roll
call it trash i call it different come out to the show
big body benz, all black, tint low
and they call me lonely rich cause you know i’m bout to flow
i’ma god d-mn fool
what we ride, in a coupe
if you f-ck with cma then i’ma pull up with the tool
ima keep my pistol close like i’ma motherf-ckin magnet
let it get to clapping bodies i’ll be catching, yuh
see here’s how it go, i’ma keep it trill
i’ma keep it pimpin’ any way that i feel
shoutout to the youngbloodz, ski mask, double cup
run up in the crib, take his sh-t, don’t give a f-ck
oh god d-mn, demolition in the stu
n-gga who the f-ck are you
me and maxxkii keep it cool
it’s lil rich on the beat, sad boy living sweet
finna p-ss it to my bro and let his heat eat the street god d-mn

[verse 2: september savior]

oh, you think his sh-t fye now? n-gga f-ck that
you don’t got no type bees, where ya buzz at?
you ain’t touching no type of cheese where ya funds at?
n-gga get like me i’m a monster, monster
put em in a herse when i punch him
hunt him, put em in a box and i lunch em
like a lunchable n-gga finna be untouchable
and i’m seeing green smoking green no vegetables
and i’m k!lling beats, k!llstreaks, yeah i’m shredding them
and i’m better then all them n-ggas tryna f-ck with him
him is me, can’t see me like stevie with a blindfold watching tv
peep this, all these n-ggas fold when the heat hit
i turn sh-t into gold when i speak it
leave em speechless, musty n-gga wreaking
i be having b-tches in my bed on the weekend, huh

[verse 3: lonely rich]

on the weekend, huh
n-ggas talk sh-t till the beat go off
rockin with a crew and we speak so raw
masters of the flow, leave your speakers appalled
beat so raw, song so raw
have em like “woah” catch a n-gga off guard
mixing it up, my shows up, we spit bars, yuh
lonely rich came with the flow, call ber savio, god d-mn
still a god d-mn fool, cma is still the crew
n-ggas call my music trash but i don’t give a f-ck so
i’ma treat this beat like its an opp, yea i murk em
hope that n-gga don’t think it’s sweet, yea i’m lurking
b-tch i’m always watching, notice how i’m moving
took ya b-tch once, n-gga feeling like i’m cupid
n-gga talking stupid, seen him on the block
got quiet as a mouse, n-gga that’s just what i thought
now it’s me and derek bouta make another hit
if you think a n-gga playing lemme go and fl!ck the flowswitch
n-ggas they peep and they sleep and diss the young kidd
saying that my bars are no good won’t change sh-t
i’ma still cook this sh-t up like a recipe
n-ggas can’t come after me, made hits in audacity
crop-topped b-tches in a drop top civic
n-ggas think that they some critics f-ck em all n-ggas winning god d-mn

- lonely rich lyrics

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