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Tytuł: Poor Lil Rich

  • Wykonawca: 50 Cent
  • Wy¶wietleń: 389
[Verse 1]
  I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
  My gat talk for me, BOW! What up homie
  My watch saying hi shorty we can be friends
  My whip saying quit playing bitch get in
  My earring saying we can hit the mall together
  Shorty its only right that we ball together
  I'm into bigger things y'all niggaz y'all know my style
  Ya wrist bling bling, my shit bling blow
  My pinky ring talk it say fifty I'm sick
  That's why these niggaz is on my dick
  Some hate me, some love my hits
  Flex my man he gon bump my shit
  See I'm alive man I really don't care
  I tell them hoes whatever they wanna hear
  You try and play me I'ma blaze it in
  My chromes cost more than the crib ya momma raised ya in
  
  [Chorus: repeat 2x]
  I was a poor nigga
  Now I'm a rich nigga
  Getting paper now you can't tell me shit nigga
  You can find me in the fo' dot six nigga
  In the backseat fondling ya bitch nigga
  
  [Verse 2]
  New York niggaz, cocky niggaz like it's all good
  Fuck around we crip-walking in the wrong hood
  I'm fresh up out the slammer, I ain't no fucking bama
  I'm from the wild whody, but I know country grammar
  See me I get it crunk, niggaz go head and front
  I go up out the trunk, come back, rollout I'm done (yeah)
  My money come in lumps, my pockets got the mumps
  You see me sitting on dubs, that's why u mad chump
  Don't make me hit ya up, 50 cent will split ya up
  I lay you down, them carnids will come and get ya up
  See 50 play fa keeps, and 50 stay wit heat
  I can't go commercial, they love me in the street
  I'm real bloody man, the hood love me man
  Don't make me show up in ya crib like bro-man
  Locked up in a pen, I still do my thing
  C-O screaming shut the fuck up in the pen
  
  [Chorus (2x)]
  
  I'm in the Benz on Monday, the BM on Tuesday
  Range on Wednesday, Thursday I'm in the hooptay
  Porsche on Friday, I do things my way
  Vipe or Vette, I tear up the highway
  Shorty she can tell ya about my dick game
  But she don't know me, she only know my nickname
  Left the hood and came back, damn shit changed
  These young boys, they done got they own work man
  
  [Chorus (2x)]