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Rich Eye Am - L Lyrics



Rich Eye Am - L Lyrics




Don't talk about ya dawg unless you next to em
I'm at the party f*ckin bitches in the restroom stall
And I don't wanna come through unless you gone
Shanty I can't wife you so lets move on, uhh

I feel like the greatest alive, like God gave me a different design
I'm on a rise still praying my card don't decline
She want my heart I'm still searching for a peace of mind
Good kid mad city when its ether time
All this food at the table they tryna eat whats mine
And everything is legit we Neva seeing trial
Real nigga you could ask God to see the files
And ill read em loud, read em proud
I done birthed so much niggas shit I don't need a child
And my asian shorty thick we only eat at chows
No leftovers home shit I just eat her out
Barley leave the house still I'm who you read about
I'm the greatest in my city how can you leave him out?
My latin chick give me head like she don't need her mouth
She was the loudest in my class during read aloud
And shit I turn to Allah when they give me the loud
Had these waves in the cloud while yaw was seeking clout
Shorty bad I can tell she's a preachers spouse
Favorite position 69 and I don't mean the mouse

Niggas come here every year and then they fade by summa
The Only job you got now is try to be a someone
Shit... or go be a plumber, cuz they got flush you down the same way you come up
I done came in this game on a holy level
Heres a piece of mind so you can know me better
All I love is the grind not only cheddar
Stimulating my mind staying above the devil
And I give it my all cuz I want nothing else
Before you tell me you love me make sure you love yourself
Before you look for the plug become the plug yourself
Before you come for me you better come with help
Black men are hero's black woman a God
So if I want to go to heaven I put her legs to the side
And she screaming we the best like the father of ashad
All this ammo f*ck a vest shit I'm shootin up inside momma
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Don't talk about ya dawg unless you next to em
I'm at the party f*ckin bitches in the restroom stall
And I don't wanna come through unless you gone
Shanty I can't wife you so lets move on, uhh

I feel like the greatest alive, like God gave me a different design
I'm on a rise still praying my card don't decline
She want my heart I'm still searching for a peace of mind
Good kid mad city when its ether time
All this food at the table they tryna eat whats mine
And everything is legit we Neva seeing trial
Real nigga you could ask God to see the files
And ill read em loud, read em proud
I done birthed so much niggas shit I don't need a child
And my asian shorty thick we only eat at chows
No leftovers home shit I just eat her out
Barley leave the house still I'm who you read about
I'm the greatest in my city how can you leave him out?
My latin chick give me head like she don't need her mouth
She was the loudest in my class during read aloud
And shit I turn to Allah when they give me the loud
Had these waves in the cloud while yaw was seeking clout
Shorty bad I can tell she's a preachers spouse
Favorite position 69 and I don't mean the mouse

Niggas come here every year and then they fade by summa
The Only job you got now is try to be a someone
Shit... or go be a plumber, cuz they got flush you down the same way you come up
I done came in this game on a holy level
Heres a piece of mind so you can know me better
All I love is the grind not only cheddar
Stimulating my mind staying above the devil
And I give it my all cuz I want nothing else
Before you tell me you love me make sure you love yourself
Before you look for the plug become the plug yourself
Before you come for me you better come with help
Black men are hero's black woman a God
So if I want to go to heaven I put her legs to the side
And she screaming we the best like the father of ashad
All this ammo f*ck a vest shit I'm shootin up inside momma
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Writer: Richardo Salmon
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Written by: Richardo Salmon

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