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Rich Homie Quan( Dequantes Devontay Lamar )
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30 thousand for a Jesus piece, I put that on yo' head Freddy Krueger don't scare me no more, them boys will bite you in that bed Talk to God before I eat, and end it off with a 'Amen' I don't care how tired I get, I'ma still run up them bands I'ma still count up my back end, I'ma still do it for my fam Just because I got a lil' money, that do not define the person I am I don't give a fuck about what the critics say, I'ma stack it up for them papers I clocked in, like I'm workin' I ain't have to sell my soul, it ain't worth it
Sold out, sold out, now I'm mad We done sold out, it's a hold out, hold out on them bags We gon' roll 'bout 1 something, 4 of y'all, 2 in the van I don't care what that money do, I'ma blow this shit like a fan RIP to my nigga Shawty Lo, I'm still walking 'round feeling like the man Commissary goin' out on Sunday, gotta make sure I still got a plan Talk to my girl on Monday, on the phone with my hands in my pants Walking around with my hand on my ear 'cause I ain't heard a word that they saying Niggas talk about what they gon' do, rubber bands still around that paper Overdue for some new music, might as well put it out for my haters Niggas talkin' hard, know they can't stop me, I'm in that front yard with them choppers I'll do whatever for my partner, I hit the jewelry store with
30 thousand for a Jesus piece, I put that on yo' head Freddy Krueger don't scare me no more, them boys will bite you in that bed Talk to God before I eat, and end it off with a 'Amen' I don't care how tired I get, I'ma still run up them bands I'ma still count up my back end, I'ma still do it for my fam Just because I got a lil' money, that do not define the person I am I don't give a fuck about what the critics say, I'ma stack it up for them papers I clocked in, like I'm workin' もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com I ain't have to sell my soul, it ain't worth it
Nigga lurkin', cell phone, no service Tent on the car, not working, so I had to close them curtains (Ooooh) Pulled up in something they ain't never heard of I ain't seen no caution tape, but the whole scene I murdered (Woooo) Lying to me, I'm used to bitches Watching out who I'm talking to, cause a lot of niggas, they superstitious Dirty pots, cause I used the dishes 40 Glock, keep it in my britches 50 shots of them big bullets, that lil' nigga might need stitches That big body, I lean in it That drop top selling fiends in it And I ain't gotta wear a suit everyday to show a nigga I mean business With all this lean, I need a kidney Why the lil' boy goin' so hard? You tellin' on me, you the real 12 You lame as hell like a Soap Opera
30 thousand for a Jesus piece, I put that on yo' head Freddy Krueger don't scare me no more, them boys will bite you in that bed Talk to God before I eat, and end it off with a 'Amen' I don't care how tired I get, I'ma still run up them bands I'ma still count up my back end, I'ma still do it for my fam Just because I got a lil' money, that do not define the person I am I don't give a fuck about what the critics say, I'ma stack it up for them papers I clocked in, like I'm workin' I ain't have to sell my soul, it ain't worth it
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