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letra de filthy rich - spm

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oh.

uh.

it’s the same ol’ sh-t in the same -ss place
my studio smells like 10 ash trays
my n-gg- still gettin’ too f-cked-up
& i’m still smokin’ too much blunts
haters always gon’ run they mouth
& keep tryin’ to take me out
mama always gonna worry herself
& me i can’t forget the pain i felt
even though i drive a new 6 double 0
they be thinkin’ like “what is los frontin’ for?”
i bought a club & they filled up with envy
now everybody p-ssed cause they can’t get in free
new enemies still poppin’ up
throw away gats still chop ’em up
i walk in & the whole club stands still
more money more problems that’s real.

this is what an ol’ g told me
filthy rich & dyin’ lonely
“f-ck a benz & f-ck a rolly, life is what you make it, homey.”

this is what an ol’ g told me
filthy rich & dyin’ lonely
“f-ck a benz & f-ck a rolly, life is what you make it, homey.”

my little baby girl just turned 6
i gave her the biggest room in my crib
she get’s what she wants so does (ah)
i don’t think they know the value of a dollar
fine -ss b-tches all in my limousine
i just wish i was jumpin’ on my trampoline
but my babies i miss my children
to me that’s worth more than trillions & trillions
she calls me “fat boy” says i’m “loco”
& she doesn’t understand when i gotta go
hope she doesn’t think i don’t wanna be wit her
hope she knows that it hurts not to be wit her
hope she knows that wit her i’m the happyest
i can’t make it to her piano practices
when i was young my ol’ man left us
& i pray that she won’t be like i was.

this is what an ol’ g told me
filthy rich & dyin’ lonely
“f-ck a benz & f-ck a rolly, life is what you make it, homey.”

this is what an ol’ g told me
filthy rich & dyin’ lonely
“f-ck a benz & f-ck a rolly, life is what you make it, homey.”

player haters wanna play me close.
do you really wanna meet carlos?
do you really wanna feel my wrath?
mad cause your b-tch want my aut-o-graph
n-gg- i don’t wanna f-ck yo’ hoe
but i let her suck my d-ck & lick my -sshole, ha!
started out with a silly game of fotsie
now i got her eatin’ out her best friends p-ssy
rollin’ hydro sippin’ on cris
when i was broke i would dream about this
get my back rubbed in a big bath tub
i don’t know her name but she’s showin’ mad love
i got 7 g’s sittin’ in my pants
& my jewelry is underneath those lamps
i’m gettin’ sleepy all you hoes gotta bail
once again i’m in the bed by myself
all alone in another city
i get my bill the cris was $950
2 g’s for them bottles of dom p
it was just me & the hoes was free.

this is what an ol’ g told me
filthy rich & dyin’ lonely
“f-ck a benz & f-ck a rolly, life is what you make it, homey.”

this is what an ol’ g told me
filthy rich & dyin’ lonely
“f-ck a benz & f-ck a rolly, life is what you make it, homey.”

yeah, f-ck a benz, f-ck a rolly, family comes first & i’m alone,
ye-e-e-eah.
this is what an ol’ g told me, he died lonely…

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