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Rich Price All These Roads

It's a lazy afternoon And the beetle bugs are zooming And the tulip trees are blooming And there's not another human in view But us two It's a lazy afternoon

I've been lot in Los Angeles nothing but big blue skies and breast crawling down sunset on my hands and knees lookin' for something to give my heart a

my feet, looking fresh Got my brand new garms on, dress to impress Got my phone line popping, all these beanies gotta crush Keep something in my pocket case these

I pimp the industry hoe and even when I'm rich, I'm a pretend to be poor, my life's a work in progress soon to be End of the road but I don't stress cause

the pages of "Hello" Try hard to die hard, united on the go Air kissing eligible bachelors and trust fund daddy's boys International playgirls showing off their toys And all these price

the desert Drinkin rum, by these naked bitches rubbin me with baby oil We all loyal with big gats, connect like seeds and soil bean with soil Where all

meet Jamaica my pistol get it poppin like the pistons and the pacers im the messenger of misery I move discrete you kiddin me my victory is in the jaws of defeat then these

gripped up so we coming to get ya And fuck the local authorities And hope the big boys don't pick up my case 'Cause for these big toys and these chips

make change And meanwhile we clean house and take names I'm a walking million dollar price I'm talking billion dollars tight Feelin' like some zillion dollar ice I clown on fools Dump these