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South Park Mexican - Filthy Rich lyrics
Oooohh Uh It's the same ol' shit in the same ass place my studio smells like ten ask trays my nigga still gettin' too fucked up And I'm still smokin' too much blunts haters always gon' run they mouth And keep tryin' to take me out Mama always gonna worry herself And me I can't forget the pain I felt Even though I drive a new 6 double O they be thinkin' like "What is Los frontin' for?" I bought a club and they filled up with envy Now every body pissed cuz they can't get in free New enimies still poppin' up Throw away gats still chop 'em up I walk in and the whole club stands still More money more problems that's real This is what an ol' G told me filthy rich and dyin' lonely "Fuck a benz and fuck a rolly, life is what you make it, homie." This is what an ol' G told me filthy rich and dyin' lonely "Fuck a benz and fuck a rolly, life is what you make it, homie." My little baby-girl just turned 6 I gave her the biggest room in my crib she gets what she wants so does her mama I don't think they know the value of a dollar fine-ass bitches all in my limosine I just wish I was jumpin' on my trampoline But my babies I miss my children To me that's worth more than trillions and trillions She calls me "Fat-boy" says I'm "loco" And 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 happiest I can't make it to her piano practices When I was young my ol' man left us And I pray dat she won't be like I was This is what an ol' G told me filthy rich and dyin' lonely "Fuck a benz and fuck a rolly, life is what you make it, homie." This is what an ol' G told me filthy rich and dyin' lonely "Fuck a benz and fuck a rolly, life is what you make it, homie." Playa hataz wanna play me close Do you really wanna meet Carlos? Do you really wanna feel my wrath? Mad cuz your bitch want my aut-o-graph Nigga I don't wanna fuck yo' hoe But I'll let her suck my dick and lick my ass-hole (ha-hah) Started out with a silly game of footsie Now I got her eatin' out her best friends pussy Rollin' hydro sippin' on Chris 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 shows mad love I got 7 G's sittin' in my pants And my jewlry 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 Chris was 9.50 2 G's for them bottles of Don P It was just me and the hoes was free This is what an ol' G told me filthy rich and dyin' lonely "Fuck a benz and fuck a rolly, life is what you make it, homie." This is what an ol' G told me filthy rich and dyin' lonely "Fuck a benz and fuck a rolly, life is what you make it, homie." Yeah, fuck a benz, fuck a rolly, family comes first, and I'm alone, Ye-e-e-eah. This is what an ol' G told me, He died lonely |
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