lirik lagu lonely rich – woah!
[intro]
whoa, whoa, whoa
[verse 1: lonely rich]
i-i-i’ma just f-ck on yo b-tch, n-gga
runnin’ around with the clip, n-gga
you cannot f-ck with the sh-ts, n-gga
pull up with tenet, that’s beef, n-gga
hit it from the back and my b-tch got back
that’s ya girl? she a hoe, and i might take her soul
i flow on a b-tch, i go on a b-tch
payroll on my b-tch, diamonds on her wrist like
woah, woah, f-ck with the flow
woah, woah, you gotta go
the diamonds on me and my n-ggas are froze
my wrist is reflective, aggressive like yo
i’m only gettin’ better and my flow is gettin’ faster
gotta slow it down, you n-ggas clowns
when i come around, better be a f-cking man
not call the opp’s, you think i’m playin’
but look, i went to the store wit’ yo’ b-tch
i called ya aunt’s phone like, “do you want some d-ck?”
f-ck them lurkin’, hatin’ n-ggas, they just fiendin’ for attention
i won’t give it, i’m a villain, i’m above you lame -ss n-ggas
[pre-verse: september savior]
hustle twenty-four hours, that’s double a dozen
i pulled up on your b-tch, she a freckle-d-ck lover
my t–th are so d-mn white, they start to f-ck they cousins
hold on
[verse 2: september savior]
what do you mean? yo’ b-tch a fiend
i posted a meme, all part of the scheme
to get in them cheeks and f-ck her this week
3d, come see me, no panty on
you freaky, let’s repeat and play this song
like woah, woah, i f-ck a b-tch on the go
she don’t got no carpet so i’m finna nut in her dome
i’m finna nut, go home, b-tch, leave me alone
my phone, it not gon’ “ring-ring-ring,” or make a tone
[verse 3: lonely rich]
y’all want meme rap? that sh-t’s whack, don’t give a f-ck and i clap back
choppa’ clap like the audience when we on the stage and we k!llin’ it
i’m villainous and you notice it, and i pull up quicker then yo’ lil’ b-tch
when i call her up, it only ring once, now she on her way, bumpin’ “ringatone”
like woah, woah, i’m ’boutta flow
i still got a cold but n-ggas don’t know
i can still k!ll it, this isn’t no joke
i’ve mastered my flow, so sick, so cold
i got pyromania cause all i spit is fire
when i’m in the stu’, i make yo’ b-tch sing like a choir, d-mn
got a blue watch and that sh-t sparkle, i’m so icy but i’m not narco
use to have an android, now i got a iphone
“ding-ding-ding,” facetime, b-tch, you gotta go
gotta go faster, feel like sonic
finesse all the syllables, man, you know i’m on it
slowin’ it down, gotta calm down, you n-gga is clowns, we don’t play around
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