Will Sessions - TWIY lyrics

[Verse 1: RichyR.I.C.H.] I sip the KA, be strange Playing Ps3 exclusives As birds tweet and chirps past my solitary oak tree Showbiz to money Foreign stars are ancient, there's nothing sacred Feeded grapes, and bowed upon, to sing "Rich is King" I KMT off my throne, pick up my roller Tell this Valet to hapeche, and round off my crimson jaguar Blast the Radio while banging Choice, expose the rugged noise Uplift the mic, styled its phase, feel the Echo ba**es Chillin' with the BIG squad The Headphones bleed, The k**er iPod Money pours, rain rolls A trade in different places Re-design my matrix, while In mid with the X's M snipes MLk, To say "It was all a dream" Its RNO, nah mean [Hook] The world is yours Made by G-O-D The world is yours Say the word world in french With my name u get me [Verse 2: RichyR.I.C.H.] Silver-back in Monte Carlo Setting chips in ladders to follow Rolling dices in casino's With the talents like Apollo Tipped shades watching ya Before raise disturbia Decline haters in states Collided birds that always fly late Say my amazing grace After licking out the full plate My mind confused by lust burn, sensations in the trust Body to body, the melody and the harmony I pelvis bust until I semen run funny Give up envy for lent, till all my money be spent Each pocket is my cash-point, Sell bones for mad joints Salute from every trapper, s**s from daily slappers Cries from laughter in the white jeep Dispose sleeves Guarantee my enemies won't flow like me But I guess, the colourful guest will leave in red From the smith, Richy Da Kidd from the Wild West Should I bring test? My virtue is better then that google-plex [Hook] [Verse 3: RichyR.I.C.H.] Dilute my flaws In Christ n Shall'ah I'll be a boss Cross maintains keep my mind opening For a higher status My Kingdom, haters is the outline in my tag In Seldom Only the peasants under my sh** will brag Frequently solo, Iyaz Getting yats to kiss my gat for luck, just to Just to, That's your choice of word that rhymes with duck Jessica Rabbit, Roger couldn't hack it so I grabbed it Hardware made of Phallus, mega gigs on her canvas Schooling n***as in this field, Gods our shield Laws from the BIB-LE, Grasp on my tendencies Pulled out for the torture, kebab spun in scorcher Ludicrous, pearly gates from a trill bliss Believe it or not, real men fight with fist Excel pa** my dell as it expel all the earth's tales Elevate your crown, place it down for flat-line From 3-9, man down, for school its crunch time 90's Babies, Front-line!