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patrick taylor sims - wealthy lyrics

i am wealthy in many ways
you eat suflay off paper plates
i’m waiting, hairline receding
you f-cking b-tches need jesus
name ringing i make the calls
got bars b-tch so i make the calls
got dime in o’s, i’ll make em fall
you n-ggas blow, probably ethanol
come to me i am the king
bow down b-tch and kiss the ring
joker n-gga, crack a pun
wearing smiley faces and toting guns
rob a n-gga for his pride and worth
then stab his daughter till she f-cking squirts
you’re a f-cking murk getting f-cking murked
you stay on my d-ck and that’s f-cking work
clock out n-gga before i clock a n-gga
and don’t look my way stop clocking n-gga
bodies dropping and bullets lodging
they’re holding white, no f-cking condom
your b-tch is hurt she needs -ssistance
your bars are lost they need a 6th sense
b-tches sodomizing, sucking d-ck and riding
tryin’ to k!ll you hoes but you b-tches hiding
man show your body, got a bone to pick
not your f-cking doctor but i’m squeezing limbs
i’ll stomp you in with no f-cking timbs
you face is the mat and i just walked in
say you’re whipping it but barely driving by
you ain’t moving sh-t you’re on stand-by
i get better deals legal team on thrill
leave the court with money like a betted deal
man i’m f-cking ill but i don’t f-ck with pills
only dab in bars when i f-cking k!ll
you should really chill thinking you’re what’s hot
leave you red and blue when them things get copped
then they’re getting c-cked and leaving f-cking marks
don’t try running n-gga that’s not f-cking smart
murder in the sun, leave a hot mess
if you had a son i’d sn-tch him from the nest
you’re a dirty rat kind of like a mole
coming for your head like it’s whack-a-mole
i stay equipped no swat team
you’re a bug n-gga, i’m the swat team
my flow’s deadly like tsunami
your f-ck–ss ain’t got sh-t on me
you’re catching loads, i’m catching homees
their tommy’s riding through dropping bodies
while i catch them, that’s out-bar
n-ggas really soft but act hard
they’re getting whipped no nascar
you’re falling short i’m going far
dropping h-lla bars like bad reception
and throwing cake like bad reception
you don’t gang bang or ride with weapons
keep a ratch and a tool, they’re my mechanics
you can’t compete, your sh-t’s pet-te
my sh-t’s grown man you’re not in my league
i am higher, no guy wire
gotta watch snitching n-ggas them guys wired
got a fresh attire, all my sh-t is fyer
you got klondike bars, all mine are fire
say they go in? i’m a f-cking diver
got some f-cking riders all their trunks are wider
whip white, make rocks, f-cking powder
them n-ggas work spots no f-cking leopard
ain’t herd no n-ggas no f-cking shepard
they’re old school p-ssy no audrey hepburn

- patrick taylor sims lyrics

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