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- Rich Homie Quan 34 歌词
- Rich Homie Quan
- 30, you a fool for this one
Herschel Walker used to ride that MARTA yeah that thirty-four
Pants saggin' bankroll in my pocket and that thirty close
Church in session talk sh*t like the pastor catch the holy ghost
Trap is bunkin' and we makin' money see that open door
We been gettin' it we been goin' hard boy I gotta have it
Neighbor trippin' way too many cars we got too much traffic
Look suspicious pistol in my drawers and yeah it's automatic
You work at Lids puttin' sh*t on your kids
Go'n with all that cappin' talk your sh*t Rich Homie
Pulled up in that Benz I hopped out perfect I hopped out clean
Tried to rob me you got killed now was it worth it fa-fa-fa-fa
Might buy that Maybach
I grew up without no curtains might buy that six-three n**ga
And when I get it I'ma keep my windows rolled up on purpose ayy ayy
You can't tell a n**ga like me sh*t nah
I ain't have it all when I was little nope
Sixteen years old drinkin' liquor what
I ain't never ever touched a beer ha
I ain't never ever touch a mill' never
Till I stayed down and start rappin' I stayed down n**ga
Then I turned my dreams into reality that right too I rode that
Herschel Walker used to ride that MARTA yeah that thirty-four
Pants saggin' bankroll in my pocket and that thirty close
Church in session talk sh*t like the pastor catch the holy ghost
Trap is bunkin' and we makin' money see that open door
We been gettin' it we been goin' hard boy I gotta have it
Neighbor trippin' way too many cars we got too much traffic
Look suspicious pistol in my drawers and yeah it's automatic
You work at Lids puttin' sh*t on your kids go'n with all that cappin'
We were growin' up fightin' when we were kids yeah
Remember some nights where we ain't eat ayy
I was Holyfield hustlin' in the trap truth
They was Mike Tyson bitin' on the kid ayy Mike
I remember tryin' to get rich hey
Smokin' two for fives of the mid woo
Never had nothing growin' up nah
N**ga don't be surprised when I get it ayy
Where were you when I was on my dick woo
I was so broke I needed fix yup
Reminiscin' 'bout me growin' up
You know I hate to talk about this sh*t I do
Load the ten and walked up out the b**ch ten
Stripper fame tryin' to see who gettin' it ha
Walkin' around with that thang on me
And you know I got my license for this b**ch Rich Homie baby
Herschel Walker used to ride that MARTA yeah that thirty-four
Pants saggin' bankroll in my pocket and that thirty close
Church in session talk sh*t like the pastor catch the holy ghost
Trap is bunkin' and we makin' money see that open door
We been gettin' it we been goin' hard boy I gotta have it
Neighbor trippin' way too many cars we got too much traffic
Look suspicious pistol in my drawers and yeah it's automatic
You work at Lids puttin' sh*t on your kids go'n with all that cappin'
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