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MoStack - Stinking Rich (feat. Dave & J Hus) (Lyrics)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
MoStack
MoStack
Vocals
J Hus
J Hus
Vocals
Dave
Dave
Vocals
James Grant
James Grant
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
MoStack
MoStack
Composer
J Hus
J Hus
Composer
Dave
Dave
Composer
James Grant
James Grant
Composer
Darius Ellington Forde
Darius Ellington Forde
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
iLL BLU
iLL BLU
Producer
James Grant
James Grant
Recording Engineer
Marrik Shearer
Marrik Shearer
Mixing Engineer
Tom Hall
Tom Hall
Mastering Engineer

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All I want is more life and, more vagina Thought I was broke untill the God suprised her Couldn't line up girls, and now the girls are lined up Bro let off bells, he's the Glock provider Bang, bang, bang, let off another round If no one's touched, then he'll come back around, for another round With some drillers, in some council houses That will come through and cancel your houses Ah, what you on about? You was about you was not about Gang got the shot around in case these niggas want around I would give a fuck about you niggas But the inner me is kinda telling me I'm not allowed And now there's blood pon my arm and a leg Like I chopped up a arm and a leg I would dash away these clothes, but these labels on my arm and a leg Kinda cost me an arm and a leg, pussy I went from champ to a champion, as I flip this script You'll get blind if I flick this wrist I came in the tinted shivs She said what's your perfume, I said I'm stinkin', stinkin' rich I went from champ to a champion, as I flip this script You'll get blind if I flick this wrist I came in the tinted shivs She said what's your perfume, I said I'm stinkin', stinkin' rich It's funny how I run from, girls I had run down Shorty wanna come round, but she ain't gettin' one round I don't bust guns, I bust nuts, and I bust out If it wasn't bust down, would you get the bus down? The man took my old style, so I got a new style I see them in a goose, wow, I gotta cop a moose now A moose, that's knuckles, and I'm with hussy Put the huss, in the hustle, me I took the two G's out the struggle And I put them on a belt, and I did it by myself That's for all the times I did it by myself And I ain't into groupies, fuck you for some Gucci Bought my girl a purse so now they wanna pursue me I'm lookin' at a cutie, Lydia or Susie Who is he? Lookin' like he's coming out the movies I'm smooth like a smoothie, but watch how you talk G About you're gonna bore me, you're boring, you bore me I went from champ to a champion, as I flip this script You'll get blind if I flick this wrist I came in the tinted shivs She said what's your perfume, I said I'm stinkin', stinkin' rich I went from champ to a champion, as I flip this script You'll get blind if I flick this wrist I came in the tinted shivs She said what's your perfume, I said I'm stinkin', stinkin' rich Ayo, they can't even text me (Wah), let alone find me (Nah) I've been moving sexy (Wah), and I'm moving spicy (Ahh) When I'm done with Kendall, then I holla Kylie (Brrr) I don't wanna one gal, I need some variety (More gal) I feel out of place in this new society (Mad) I wanna link Keisha but I had a priority And every day I'm trying to avoid the authorities They don't like me, they call me ethnic minority You don't know my life, but I'll give you a summary They tried trick me with their reverse psychology Fifty racks on me, but I'm looking all raggedy I know men with no heart and no brain like Dorothy (Stupid) All them pussies get my middle finger Poke her pussy with my trigger finger Knuckle duster on my wedding finger Lick my thumb and count up every finger I went from champ to a champion, as I flip this script You'll get blind if I flick this wrist I came in the tinted shivs She said what's your perfume, I said I'm stinkin', stinkin' rich I came from the bottom of the bottom Man still rottin' And I still hit the block often And I'm still plottin' And I still press on the button Every time they ask man question I don't say nothin', nothin' Don't say nothin' Don't say nothin' I don't say nothin', nothin' Don't say nothin' Don't say nothin', nothin'
Writer(s): Darius Ellington Forde, James Wesley Thomas Grant, David Orobosa Omoregie, Samuel Daley Montell, Momodou Jallow Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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