Rich white coke kid
Just a little coping
Lips tight rose red
Columbia romance
All he wanted was a slow dance (uhh)
Lord she really wanna hold hands
Help call cuz' I be gone with the balance
On my
Cell phone left hand with the chalice
We be blowin' clouds homie down for the challenge
I shine in the A town rounding up the pals
And I
I've been finding myself inside and staying alone more
Designing nothing short of a bomb bros call it mortar
You tell me put down the tonic here's some cocaine and water
No need for mixers hit the bar and drink my pay in vodka
Things have been taking a turn, the worst way
Think I would learn, in the first place
Two degree burn, let it hurt me
Sure get the burners let's shoot em' I'll down em' all day
May be my calling on collie consistent mind games
Signs say rid the mind redefine your high state
Still rollin five deep
This is how I stay
Packed up perfectly as people stay assuming I'm great
I wanna say
It's your hate
Rich white coke kid
Just a little coping
Lips tight rose red
Columbia romance
All he wanted was a slow dance
Lord she really wanna hold hands
My girl, can't even keep real with me
I heard, it's the way you feel baby
We learned, never take a deal baby
Concerned, lately I been feelin' heavy
Yeah cuz' I'm a boss and I make it back
All the times you made me laugh
I was f*cked up I was down and bad
I'm behind the wheel like please don't crash
I was never really gonna have you over
You was down and I thought you was my solider
It was you when I cut off all my homeboys
Thought the phone rung it turned out to be no noise
Signs say rid the mind redefine your high state
Still rollin five deep
This is how I stay
Packed up perfectly as people stay assuming I'm great
I wanna say
It's your hate
Rich white coke kid
Just a little coping
Lips tight rose red
Columbia romance
All he wanted was a slow dance
Lord she really wanna hold hands
Jemni - Rich Lyrics
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Rich white coke kid
Just a little coping
Lips tight rose red
Columbia romance
All he wanted was a slow dance (uhh)
Lord she really wanna hold hands
Help call cuz' I be gone with the balance
On my
Cell phone left hand with the chalice
We be blowin' clouds homie down for the challenge
I shine in the A town rounding up the pals
And I
I've been finding myself inside and staying alone more
Designing nothing short of a bomb bros call it mortar
You tell me put down the tonic here's some cocaine and water
No need for mixers hit the bar and drink my pay in vodka
Things have been taking a turn, the worst way
Think I would learn, in the first place
Two degree burn, let it hurt me
Sure get the burners let's shoot em' I'll down em' all day
May be my calling on collie consistent mind games
Signs say rid the mind redefine your high state
Still rollin five deep
This is how I stay
Packed up perfectly as people stay assuming I'm great
I wanna say
It's your hate
Rich white coke kid
Just a little coping
Lips tight rose red
Columbia romance
All he wanted was a slow dance
Lord she really wanna hold hands
My girl, can't even keep real with me
I heard, it's the way you feel baby
We learned, never take a deal baby
Concerned, lately I been feelin' heavy
Yeah cuz' I'm a boss and I make it back
All the times you made me laugh
I was f*cked up I was down and bad
I'm behind the wheel like please don't crash
I was never really gonna have you over
You was down and I thought you was my solider
It was you when I cut off all my homeboys
Thought the phone rung it turned out to be no noise
Signs say rid the mind redefine your high state
Still rollin five deep
This is how I stay
Packed up perfectly as people stay assuming I'm great
I wanna say
It's your hate
Rich white coke kid
Just a little coping
Lips tight rose red
Columbia romance
All he wanted was a slow dance
Lord she really wanna hold hands
Just a little coping
Lips tight rose red
Columbia romance
All he wanted was a slow dance (uhh)
Lord she really wanna hold hands
Help call cuz' I be gone with the balance
On my
Cell phone left hand with the chalice
We be blowin' clouds homie down for the challenge
I shine in the A town rounding up the pals
And I
I've been finding myself inside and staying alone more
Designing nothing short of a bomb bros call it mortar
You tell me put down the tonic here's some cocaine and water
No need for mixers hit the bar and drink my pay in vodka
Things have been taking a turn, the worst way
Think I would learn, in the first place
Two degree burn, let it hurt me
Sure get the burners let's shoot em' I'll down em' all day
May be my calling on collie consistent mind games
Signs say rid the mind redefine your high state
Still rollin five deep
This is how I stay
Packed up perfectly as people stay assuming I'm great
I wanna say
It's your hate
Rich white coke kid
Just a little coping
Lips tight rose red
Columbia romance
All he wanted was a slow dance
Lord she really wanna hold hands
My girl, can't even keep real with me
I heard, it's the way you feel baby
We learned, never take a deal baby
Concerned, lately I been feelin' heavy
Yeah cuz' I'm a boss and I make it back
All the times you made me laugh
I was f*cked up I was down and bad
I'm behind the wheel like please don't crash
I was never really gonna have you over
You was down and I thought you was my solider
It was you when I cut off all my homeboys
Thought the phone rung it turned out to be no noise
Signs say rid the mind redefine your high state
Still rollin five deep
This is how I stay
Packed up perfectly as people stay assuming I'm great
I wanna say
It's your hate
Rich white coke kid
Just a little coping
Lips tight rose red
Columbia romance
All he wanted was a slow dance
Lord she really wanna hold hands
Writer: MIGUEL ORLANDO COLLINS
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid