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South Park - Filthy Rich lyrics
Oooohh
Uh
 It's the same ol' shit in the same ass place
 My studio smells like ten ash trays
 My nigga still gettin' too fucked up
 And I'm still smokin' too much blunts
 Haters always gon' run they mouth
 And keep tryin' to take me out
 Mama always gonna worry herself
 And me I can't forget the pain I felt
 Even though I drive a new 6 double 0
 They be thinkin' like "What is Los frontin' for?"
 I bought a club and they filled up with envy
 Now every body pissed cuz they can't get in free
 New enemies still poppin' up
 Throw away gats still chop 'em up
 I walk in and the whole club stands still
 More money more problems that's real
 This is what an ol' G told me
 Filthy rich and dyin' lonely
 "Fuck a benz and fuck a rolly, life is what you make it, homie."
 This is what an ol' G told me
 Filthy rich and dyin' lonely
 "Fuck a benz and fuck a rolly, life is what you make it, homie."
 My little baby-girl just turned 6
 I gave her the biggest room in my crib
 She gets what she wants so does her mama
 I don't think they know the value of a dollar
 Fine-ass bitches all in my limosine
 I just wish I was jumpin' on my trampoline
 But my babies I miss my children
 To me that's worth more than trillions and trillions
 She calls me "Fat-boy" says I'm "loco"
 And she doesn't understand when I gotta go
 Hope she doesn't think I don't wanna be wit her
 Hope she knows that it hurts not to be wit her
 Hope she knows that wit her I'm the happiest
 I can't make it to her piano practicesSouth Park - Filthy Rich - http://motolyrics.com/south-park/filthy-rich-lyrics.html
 When I was young my ol' man left us
 And I pray dat she won't be like I was
 This is what an ol' G told me
 Filthy rich and dyin' lonely
 "Fuck a benz and fuck a rolly, life is what you make it, homie."
 This is what an ol' G told me
 Filthy rich and dyin' lonely
 "Fuck a benz and fuck a rolly, life is what you make it, homie."
 Playa hataz wanna play me close
 Do you really wanna meet Carlos?
 Do you really wanna feel my wrath?
 Mad cuz your bitch want my aut-o-graph
 Nigga I don't wanna fuck yo' hoe
 But I'll let her suck my dick and lick my ass-hole (ha-hah)
 Started out with a silly game of footsie
 Now I got her eatin' out her best friends pussy
 Rollin' hydro sippin' on Chris
 When I was broke I would dream about this
 Get my back rubbed in a big bath tub
 I don't know her name but she's showin mad love
 I got 7 G's sittin' in my pants
 And my jewlry is underneath those lamps
 I'm gettin' sleepy all you hoes gotta bail
 Once again I'm in the bed by myself
 All alone in another city
 I get my bill the Chris was 9.50
 2 G's for them bottles of Don P
 It was just me and the hoes was free
 This is what an ol' G told me
 Filthy rich and dyin' lonely
 "Fuck a benz and fuck a rolly, life is what you make it, homie."
 This is what an ol' G told me
 Filthy rich and dyin' lonely
 "Fuck a benz and fuck a rolly, life is what you make it, homie."
 Yeah, fuck a benz, fuck a rolly, family comes first, and I'm alone,
 Ye-e-e-eah.
 This is what an ol' G told me, He died lonely...









