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letra de popstar - lonely rich

[hook]

brand new paper tag
new b-tch, i ran up a bag
most you n-ggas sad
i’m just way too savage
big gun tucked on my waist
no i don’t got time to waste
pop my sh-t, i’m heaven sent
early mornin’ whippin’ grits

[verse 1]

flow so cold it leave em sick
rockstar lifestyle, that’s a lil trick
she off molly, come do tricks
different timezones got her tired
take her home, now she a rider
she like “rich my ride or die”
or am i trippin’, gotta one night her
i can’t love no b-tch, i’m tired
like lil b-tch, i’m tired
freaky like she zekey
dipset, i’ma rider
yea i’m turning up the heat
can’t a n-gga f-ck with me
icy white, it be the tees
and yo b-tch, she just a tease, woah
brand new patek, yea
young n-gga feelin’ like kaepernick, woah
stay on my savage sh-t
ain’t a young n-gga that’s passing me, yea
i’ma just keep my flow up
to the show, yo b-tch gon’ show up
bad b-tch, i’ma take her home, out smoke her
icy, way too cold, like polar
way i switch sh-t up, bipolar
n-ggas they talkin’ too much for me
i keep a glock with a clip in the socket
i swear that you n-ggas ain’t touchin’ me
i’ma keep runnin’ these numbers right up to the top
do it a lot, aye
shoutout to lewis again for the muhf-ckin’ beat
boy this a hit, aye
[hook]

- lonely rich

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