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Me and My Girlfriend Video (MV)




Performed By: Richie Rich Dillinger
Length: 2:40
Written by: Richard Brown




Richie Rich Dillinger - Me and My Girlfriend Lyrics




Know its a lot just to find out
This what I be speaking on

You seen me at my worst, you seen me put in work
You seen me get emotional, I think it was a first
You seen me spit a verse, that mean you seen me at my best but
Maybe it aint last cuz I spit it too fast
Now im tryn sing a song want you to sing along
Without warnin I hit you 3 in the morn
Bout to read you a poem, and the title is vital
I memorized the recital I got a reason for callin
Hand on the rifle, finally bout to give it a shot
Ready or not
Ya listenin to the thickenin of the plot
As the ink from my pen drop
Im aware that I can stop, but wont stop
Twin glocks like im tupac
Its a stickup baby and I want everything you got
You driving me crazy like a Mercedes off the lot
Cop that
Pull up with the top back, picture me rollin
Im ready to slide, she ready to ride, looked her dead in her eyes
And told her, You be to me what key be to lock
Then, she said so sweetly you need to stop
But I cant

Know its a lot just to find out
Every time I throw a line out
Know its a lock gotta bond out

I seen you at ya worst I seen you at ya best
I seen you get emotional I think it was test
I seen you in the flesh that mean I seen you undressed
With ya clothes still on, that mean the tension was gone
You seem to be withdrawn like sunlight when its dawn
Behind clouds ya smile is seen for miles, I vow
My feet been cement to the ground
I been holdin it down, both holdin a crown
I love rollin around, with you on my 3
Got 12 on my 6 she on the run with me
Lets give em somethin to see, you know this one could be
One for the books, act just as bas as we look
Imagine a hook, Big rappin me and my bitch
Watch, Bonnie and Clyde pretending to be that shit
And really mean that shit, cuz all I need in this life of sin
Me And My Girlfriend
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Know its a lot just to find out
This what I be speaking on

You seen me at my worst, you seen me put in work
You seen me get emotional, I think it was a first
You seen me spit a verse, that mean you seen me at my best but
Maybe it aint last cuz I spit it too fast
Now im tryn sing a song want you to sing along
Without warnin I hit you 3 in the morn
Bout to read you a poem, and the title is vital
I memorized the recital I got a reason for callin
Hand on the rifle, finally bout to give it a shot
Ready or not
Ya listenin to the thickenin of the plot
As the ink from my pen drop
Im aware that I can stop, but wont stop
Twin glocks like im tupac
Its a stickup baby and I want everything you got
You driving me crazy like a Mercedes off the lot
Cop that
Pull up with the top back, picture me rollin
Im ready to slide, she ready to ride, looked her dead in her eyes
And told her, You be to me what key be to lock
Then, she said so sweetly you need to stop
But I cant

Know its a lot just to find out
Every time I throw a line out
Know its a lock gotta bond out

I seen you at ya worst I seen you at ya best
I seen you get emotional I think it was test
I seen you in the flesh that mean I seen you undressed
With ya clothes still on, that mean the tension was gone
You seem to be withdrawn like sunlight when its dawn
Behind clouds ya smile is seen for miles, I vow
My feet been cement to the ground
I been holdin it down, both holdin a crown
I love rollin around, with you on my 3
Got 12 on my 6 she on the run with me
Lets give em somethin to see, you know this one could be
One for the books, act just as bas as we look
Imagine a hook, Big rappin me and my bitch
Watch, Bonnie and Clyde pretending to be that shit
And really mean that shit, cuz all I need in this life of sin
Me And My Girlfriend
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Writer: Richard Brown
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