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rush! - lonely rich lyrics

[intro]

yea
lonely rich b*tch

[hook]

f*ck a b*tch
this is my home
doors on suicidal
i can’t let her bring me down
i’ll just cop up on a new girl out of town
smith n wessen, if he testin’ blow em down
[verse 1]

f*ck that b*tch, make her my bae
type of kidd drive you insane
spit my sh*t right off the brain
made that diss, he testin’ fate
brand new b*tch and she my baby
roll it up, she feelin’ lazy
cuzo whip that new mercedes
every song a hit, that’s facts
got it from lewis, he know i’ma spazz
swing me the file, i’m runnin’ the track
shoutout to all my of homies that been with me since i was wack
2019, that was redemption
i had to know what i wanted to do
i was dead broke with a brand new coupe
you know the beat got a sound that i like
turn up the flow, throw in some spite
g25 with the bass that bust
brand new watch is a hazard in light
enzo romeo my fitted too tight
cop me a fresh lil pair of the knights
ain’t talkin nike
step on the pedal at high speed
car going faster then richy, 43
car that sh*t go vroom vroom vroom
b*tches loving lonely rich
we in the boom boom room
shawty lookin’ at my fit
i keep romeo on my shoes
screenshot it be the jacket
put the beam on you
ouu
[chorus]

f*ck a b*tch
this is my home
doors on suicidal
i can’t let her bring me down
i’ll just cop up on a new girl out of town
smith n wessen, if he testin’ blow em down
he was talkin’ so his b*tch, i bussed it down
i put fiji on her wrist, i bust it down, yea
know some bloodies, but i’m [redacted]
that’s my style
got evisu on jeans, i’m moving wild

[verse 2]

bad b*tch, she be wilin’
she know that i’m styin’
wear that sh*t that she ain’t never heard of
no stylist
i been feeling dizzy off the addy
need some distance
shawty wanna pop herself a perc
might go the distance
my flow like a tec
bussin’ at opposite set
told her i don’t want no s*x
just tryna dig up in yo neck
laying you down
over the bed
kiss on yo neck
then i’ma beat it
crick in my neck
i talk too much, leave it at that, yea
and my doors on suicidal
i can’t let her bring me down
i’ll just cop up on a new girl out of town
smith n wessen, if he testin’ blow em down
[chorus]

f*ck a b*tch
this is my home
doors on suicidal
i can’t let her bring me down
i’ll just cop up on a new girl out of town
smith n wessen, if he testin’ blow em down
he was talkin’ so his b*tch, i bussed it down
i put fiji on her wrist, i bust it down
know some bloodies, but i’m [redacted]
that’s my style
got evisu on jeans, i’m moving wild

- lonely rich lyrics

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