Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Lil Rich

I let my watch talk for me, my talk for me
My gat for me, BOW! What up homie
My watch saying hi shorty we can be
My whip saying playing bitch get in
My earring we can hit the mall together
Shorty its only right that we ball
I'm into things y'all niggas y'all know my style
Ya wrist bling, my shit bling blow
My pinky ring it say fifty I'm sick
That's why these is on my dick
hate me, some love my hits
Flex my man he gon bump my
See I'm man I really don't care
I them hoes whatever they want to hear
You try and play me I'ma it in
My chromes cost than the crib ya momma raised ya in

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I was a poor
Now I'm a rich
Getting paper now you can't tell me nigga
You can find me in the fo' dot six
In the backseat fondling ya nigga

New York niggas, niggaz like it's all good
Fuck around we in the wrong hood
I'm fresh up out the slammer, I ain't no bama
I'm the wild whody, but I know country grammar
See me I get it crunk, go head and front
I go up out the trunk, come back, out I'm done (yeah)
My money come in lumps, my pockets got the
You see me on dubs, that's why you mad chump
Don't make me hit ya up, 50 cent split ya up
I lay you down, carnids will come and get ya up
See 50 play fa keeps, and 50 stay wit
I can't go commercial, they me in the street
I'm real bloody man, the love me man
Don't make me show up in ya crib bro-man
Locked up in a pen, I still do my
See-O shut the fuck up in the pen

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I'm in the Benz on Monday, the BM on
Range on Wednesday, Thursday I'm in the
Porsche on Friday, I do my way
Vipe or Vette, I up the highway
Shorty she can tell ya my dick game
But she don't know me, she know my nickname
Left the hood and came back, damn shit
These young boys, they done got own work man

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