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Lyrics for Filthy Rich by South Park Mexican:
| | | Artist: | South Park Mexican |
| | Album: | Never Change | | Track: | Filthy Rich | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 206 | | | | 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.
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