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[verse 1: lonely rich]

all that god d*mn hating get you punched up in your neck
diamonds look like water and it’s drippin’ down my neck
holon, what’s yo set n*gga
cma my vette n*gga
wrist look like a jet n*gga
7g my neck n*gga
thotty give me neck while i scroll up my thraxx
shorty hit it once and swear to god she passed back
let me hit it once and now i’m blowing out her back
n*gga talkin’ stupid so i shot him in his back, bet he hurt
left his mans up in the dirt
and we did it off a flirty little redbone
he was talkin’ reckless so we had to get his head gone
b*tch, gimmie head, dome
f*ck hеr till she passed out, told her shе can take the couch
baby ain’t no lovin’ up in here
you can come and get that kitty scratched, it’s lookin like a meal
suck me up and chew me sloppy baby, this ya final meal
then i’m gone, disappear
know from me, she’ll never hear
know from me, she’ll never hear

[verse 2: bandingo ygne]
brodie gon’ confirm the k!ll
he don’t even need a pill
if you ballin’ for real then show me the highlight reel
how you livin’ b*tch?
i made my reality and i’ll make yours
n*gga talkin’ crazy, that’s that sh*t you gotta pay for
that’s a fair feature
like the p*rnstar, i’ll cut nina
i’ma sack eater
you cuffin’ on a sack eater
it’s a cold world, i hope you p*ssy n*ggas pack heaters
yea
bout to wrap this n*gga up, throw on the instrumental
i don’t feel you p*ssy n*gga, i ain’t sentimental
baby i would cuff you
but my n*gga hit, so you can’t get no love
you just get the pickle
ain’t no beef, bossy b*tch
i announce myself like pickle rick n*gga
talk about my career b*tch, make a hit n*gga
i ain’t worried bout that lil n*gga, he a b*tch n*gga
why you sendin’ threats n*gga, slide then n*gga
(you finna die baby)

- lonely rich lyrics

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