[Intro: Rich to god] 
Yeah yeah yeah uh fuck you talking about pussy ass boy 

[Verse1: Rich to god] 
Bitch I was fucking in your motherfucker grandma don’t even play with me you get killed I shoot you and your motherfucker mama and your bitch ass gonna be crying don’t start I’m not that nigga so don’t play with me yo bitch in my house tell her to get out the house cuz she got bullets in the mother fuckin house I told the bitch to get the fuck out because she geek 

[Verse 2: Rich to god] 
Bitch don’t fix me I’m not no robot you better get yo shit right before you get shot if you move wrong we gonna shoot you fuck yo bitch and she got good head (yeah) imma lay on that bitch got yo dad jumping like he retarded in this bitch boy you is a bitch you’re nobody you got a gun but you running like a hoe boy you not a gangster you a bitch why you flexing and you don’t got nothing boy that’s yo moms money put it back you a dirty musty ass lil bitch 


[Verse 3: Rich to god] 
They ain’t gonna meet me that day you stink you need to take a shower nigga if you get hit it ain’t gonna be mine problem you fuck a 13 year old well that’s yo case imma walk a nigga down (yeah yeah) imma fuck her so good she can’t even leave that pussy make me weak imma go to sleep she don’t wanna sleep on the floor because the bitch is hating because the bitch is hating (yeah) yo bitch was sucking me up like vacuum cleaner (yeah) We got 30s and 50s and 50s on the trap (yeah aye) your bitch ass is stealing you you get arrested (yeah) what I say bitch you’re nothing I I swear your uncle a bitch just like you smack yo bitch ass if you thinking about dissin smack your mama after all that talkin shit you ain’t running nothing so shut the fuck up I will smoke you and your grandma so don’t even cry you crying like a bitch boy stop running so I can get a flick 

[Verse 4: Rich to god]
Bitch you don’t need me nigga you bitch you’re nobody you don’t got no family you don’t got no friends you just tryna show off that but it’s your moms money bitch you don’t got nobody you fake as fuck I will shoot you and your grandma so don’t play with me I will beat your little ass and you know that’s a fact these niggas cappin but I’m not on that cappin shit we got 50s on 50s in the trap nigga Dirty 60s in the trap (yeah) bitch got a body like rihanna bitch you don’t got no ass boy you’re stupid as hell you can’t even keep yo money cuz niggas gonna come and steal that shit you don’t got nobody you fake as fuck bitch you a midget I don’t know why you talking you beefin with me but you don’t even know me if you think about fuckin with me I will shoot you and your dad nigga

Rich To God - Move Wrong

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Rich to god - get drop

[RICH TO GOD Chorus: ]
I love you but you don't love me back, I try to show you but you turn away. I feel so helpless, like I'm under attack, I just can't understand what you won't say. 

I [RICH TO GOD Verse 1:] 
just wanna kiss you, and feel your skin on mine. I just wanna hold you tight and make this moment last forever. I just wanna be with you, and be by your side. I just wanna love you, and show you how much you mean to me. You know I'm the man baby, when I step in the place, 

[RICH TO GOD Chorus: ] 
I love you but you don't love me back, I try to show you but you turn away. I feel so helpless, like I'm under attack, I just can't understand what you won't say.

[RICH TO GOD Verse 2: ]everybody know my face. I got money in the bank, yeah that's what you call swag, I don't need to brag, I let my money do the talking. Why did you break my heart
And why did you have to go 
Didn't you know that you were tearing me apart When you said we had to let it go You left me in the dark, no warning sign
I didn't know how to start, nowhere to hide
My heart was aching, I was lost in time
You said goodbye without a reason why I’m Sorry if I wasn't there for you, I know you needed me, I wish I could have been there too.I'm sorry for all the times I let you down,
My heart was in the right place, I just couldn't figure out how. I want me and you get back together and I want us to be like we were before, so let's start again. Remember we used to be at school,
We'd hang around and break the rules.
We'd laugh and play and never care,
Never thinking of the future there.

RICH TO GOD - I Love You

Lil Richard x RICH TO GOD - Spot

[RICH TO GOD Verse 1:] 
We finna go to the store and grab some groceries I got a Glock in case a nigga wanna play imma fuck on your sister I know you mad I know you mad I’m dripping off designer climbing on the wall like I’m spider-man if he get the tweakin we gonna pop his hat off she suck the dick she was off the molly 

[RICH TO GOD Verse 2:] 
Bitch I’m off the meds she thinks I’m crazy so she told me to take a chill pill watch how you talk lil nigga I can get serious I can get dangerous with you don’t fuck with me I don’t want you to come near me lil nigga I do not know you so don’t even come near me or don’t talk to me I stole your money what you gonna do? Yes I stole your money cuz I’m so goddamn broke so that’s the reason why I stole it I came in your house you didn’t notice me? Imma take your PS5 and Your TV  Now you sitting there not doing shit 

[RICH TO GOD Verse 3:] 
I nutted on your girl face and she gonna like the way I did it she got that ring doesn’t mean that she belongs to you I’m fucking on your mama you can’t do shit about it I was with your bitch and you didn’t know it pull up In the foreign with no lights on catch you lackin imma catch me a kill the block is wet you need to watch where you goin it’s slippery please don’t fell I don’t get no love In these streets there’s whole lot fake bitches that I can’t feel my bitch skinny but she got whole lotta ass I was poppin pils my mom said I should stop doing that I do drugs but actually I stop doing that shit that’s what my dad said you just went over the block so the feds threw you in the cell so you couldn’t get out I was in jail my homies didn’t help me out if you really my homie then you gotta show me there’s bitches over there but they fake there’s bitches on my side they real random bitch mention me on her instagram post I was like who the fuck is this? I went over there just to see wassup with you niggas imma swipe the card left and right I feel like punch made dev the way I be scamming niggas if that bitch won’t give me that head then imma smack her

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