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lirik lagu poor lil rich – 50 cent


i let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
my gat talk for me, bow! what up homie?
my watch saying, “hi shorty, we can be friends?”
my whip saying, “quit playing b*tch get in”
my earring saying, “we can hit the mall together”
shorty, it’s only right that we ball together
i’m into bigger things y’all n*gg*z y’all know my style
ya wrist bling bling, my sh*t bling blow

my pinky ring talk it say, “50 i’m sick”
that’s why these n*gg*z is on my d*ck
some hate me, some love my hits
flex my man, he gon’ b*mp my sh*t
see i’m alive, man i really don’t care
i tell them hoes whatever they wanna hear
you try and play me i’ma blaze it in
my chromes cost more than the crib ya momma raised ya in

i was a poor n*gg*
now i’m a rich n*gg*
getting paper now you can’t tell me sh*t, n*gg*
you can find me in the fo’ dot six n*gg*
in the backseat fondling ya b*tch n*gg*

i was a poor n*gg*
now i’m a rich n*gg*
getting paper now you can’t tell me sh*t, n*gg*
you can find me in the fo’ dot six n*gg*
in the backseat fondling ya b*tch, n*gg*

new york n*gg*z, c*cky n*gg*z like it’s all good
f*ck around we crip, walking in the wrong hood
i’m fresh up out the slammer, i ain’t no f*cking bama
i’m from the wild whody, but i know country grammar
see me i get it crunk, n*gg*z go head and front
i go up out the trunk, come back, rollout i’m done
my money come in lumps, my pockets got the mumps
you see me sitting on dubs, that’s why you mad chump?

don’t make me hit ya up, 50 cent will split ya up
i lay you down, them carnids will come and get ya up
see 50 play fa keeps, and 50 stay wit heat
i can’t go commercial, they love me in the street
i’m real bl**dy man, the hood love me, man
don’t make me show up in ya crib like bro-man
locked up in a pen, i still do my thing
c o screaming shut the f*ck up in the pen

i was a poor n*gg*
now i’m a rich n*gg*
getting paper now you can’t tell me sh*t, n*gg*
you can find me in the fo’ dot six n*gg*
in the backseat fondling ya b*tch n*gg*

i was a poor n*gg*
now i’m a rich n*gg*
getting paper now you can’t tell me sh*t, n*gg*
you can find me in the fo’ dot six n*gg*
in the backseat fondling ya b*tch n*gg*

i’m in the benz on monday, the bm on tuesday
range on wednesday, thursday i’m in the hooptay
porsche on friday, i do things my way
vipe or vette, i tear up the highway
shorty, she can tell ya about my d*ck game
but she don’t know me, she only know my nickname
left the hood and came back, d*mn sh*t changed
these young boys, they done got they own work man

i was a poor n*gg*
now i’m a rich n*gg*
getting paper now you can’t tell me sh*t, n*gg*
you can find me in the fo’ dot six n*gg*
in the backseat fondling ya b*tch n*gg*

i was a poor n*gg*
now i’m a rich n*gg*
getting paper now you can’t tell me sh*t, n*gg*
you can find me in the fo’ dot six n*gg*
in the backseat fondling ya b*tch n*gg*


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