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Hey Rich

When you walk up on my turf don't interject
I get the capillary, rip it out yo' neck
Yo' girl gon' pop that pussy, poppa in her skirt
You can pop a pilly, I'ma pop a purp

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I've made it my mission to bury
Bury all my burdens and my enemies
I don't need yo' fuckin' help I need no fuckin' friendlies
Keep my circle tighter with the lighter like an alchemist
I got my bitch up on my right, she cock it with the falcon grip

Take the crown, toss it up
Place it down in your gut
Take ya hoe, she gon' suck
Yeah, I'm pumpin' and dumpin'
My life, let it go
All the pain that we hold
Feel the rain, feel the cold
Yeah I'm stuntin', they duckin'

See my eyes, see yo' lies
They reflect in the sky, turnin' black
In the night
Yeah I'm gunnin', they runnin'

Make my time, make the climb
To the top, learn the signs
Earn yo' life, can't revive
Something for nothing

Get buck, get buck, get buck, get buck
Tell yo' bitch that I said wassup (wassup)
Ain't it funny that yo' money in my trunk (in my trunk)
You lookin' dummy like a mummy
In the front (in the front)

Get buck, get buck, get buck, get buck
Tell yo' bitch that I said wassup (wassup)
Ain't it funny that yo' money in my trunk (in my trunk)
You lookin' dummy like a mummy
In the front (in the front)

Hey Rich (Rich, Rich...)

Writer(s): Unknown Composer Author, Richard Mclaughlin

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