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letra de !orionflow! - lonely rich

[hook: lonely rich]

know i need a bad b-tch, please don’t waste my time, come take a number, wait in line right with the rest of ya
diamonds they on frozone, not comparing with the rest of ya
she wanna ride with a n-gga like me all night
30 clip right by my side
shawty bad she lookin’ fine

[verse 1: lonely rich]

rock rock rock, my glock got 16 shots
might pop up on yo block, and pipe a thick oreo thot
fresh off a fifth of that ciroc
type of sh-t that make her panties drop
i’ma whip this whip straight out the lot
told that n-gga pipe down cuz he talkin’ alot, yuh
told her she can’t hit this
brand new benz, might crip this
don’t disrespect my practice
i might just have to flip sh-t
i had to get this up out of me, all this anxiety, all of my n-ggas do murdеrs and robberies
feeling like roddy ri’, i’m on thе top you see
i break it down on the beat don’t need sympathy
and just a reminder
still the same n-gga the from the north
chitty-chitty-bang-bang, kickin’ in the door
and i do the same thing when i hit show floor
wonder which whip i’ma get so i can show for it
maybe a challenger, need me a two door
but lemme relax
[hook: lonely rich]

[verse 2: swayne]

baby you fine
but i can’t give you none of my time
baby you hot like a star
i need sp-ce from her
i don’t sing, but i’ll put you on key
she got a ring, but she lookin’ at me
let me go, can’t hold on me
as high as i am i still see you
shoulda been up but you got held back
see ghost, but i guess i’m hot like that
what the f-ck she do, that ain’t my problem
go dumb on these b-tches like i’m from harlem
walked up on a b-tch then stop then start
he became a rat cuz 12 done called him
feel real good then i woke up, oh
i don’t drink no liquor, no
stoner with the gas
i advise you to wear a mask
i’m working on working fast
if i make it, hope i last
i smoke gas then my brain crash
but it helps me relax
i need facts and i need checks
told our baby throw it back
[verse 3: swayne]

b-tch i’m lit, i’m turnt
i don’t know you b-tch, you burnt
it’s a party, b-tch we turnt
i am dirt soon to be gold
how i know? cuz i believe
if she cheat then i’m gon leave
get money, red cheese
oh f-ck, plan b
huddle up, i got a plan
too much clouds, i can’t land
let me speak, i been sayin’
this sh-t is a banger
put my heart in the hanger, time to hang it up
what the f-ck is enough
yea, yea, yea
this sh-t a banger

- lonely rich

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