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Rich Lyrics - Artist : Teejay
Damage Musiq
Man fi rich, fi rich, fi rich Me family rich, we rich, we rich Ghetto youth, a who them a trick? Who them a trick? (Who them a trick?) Who them a trick? (Who them a trick?) Man used to strapping pon the ends Knockings, me and me friends Badness in a we meds and we d'even own a bed One shake out, with a slice of bread Sugar and water, lime in a the keg Life change up, four 'matic pon the Benz Mummy no have fi cry with her hand pon her head Me little son will never go hungry a him bed Them say Father God in a the pen Ghetto youth, a who them a trick? (Who them a trick?) Mister Dead, me nah dead Move casket (Move casket) Move casket Ghetto youth, a who them a trick? Nah dead poor, me a tell you ghetto youths say a rich you fi rich Rich you fi rich, rich you fi rich Man a live the life where them dream Kick the ball, me and me team Feel like the king now when me walk in a me scheme One time a did board house, now me walk pon the hill Boy make him mother proud, she haffi laugh when she see him She know in herself she bring a star pon the scene 'Nough never help me, now them a call pon the kid Man life used to rough, me a tell you Damage Now it sweet-sweet like when the harmony sing Ghetto youth, a who them a trick? (Who them a trick?) Mister Dead, me nah dead Move casket (Move casket) Move casket Ghetto youth, a who them a trick? Nah dead poor, me a tell you ghetto youths say a rich you fi rich Rich we fi rich, rich we fi rich Man fi rich, fi rich, fi rich Me girl fi rich, fi rich, fi rich Me family rich, we rich, we rich Me dawgs them rich, fi rich, fi rich Me niggas them rich Ghetto youth, a who them a trick? (Who them a trick?) Mister Dead, me nah dead Move casket (Move casket) Move casket Ghetto youth, a who them a trick? Nah dead poor, me a tell you ghetto youths say a rich you fi rich Rich we fi rich, rich we fi rich Man used to strapping pon the ends Knockings, me and me friends Badness in a we meds and we d'even own a bed One shake out, with a slice of bread Sugar and water, lime in a the keg Life change up, four 'matic pon the Benz Mummy no have fi cry with her hand pon her head Me little son will never go hungry in a him bed Them say Father God in a the pen Ghetto youth, a who them a trick? (Who them a trick?) Mister Dead, me nah dead Move casket (Move casket) Move casket Ghetto youth, a who them a trick? Nah dead poor, me a tell you ghetto youths say a rich you fi rich Rich you fi rich, rich you fi rich |
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