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rich homie quan - brain nichols lyrics

[verse 1: young thug]
i’ma ball like spalding, n-gga
i’m a blood, i’m a baller, you can call a n-gga
and i’m smokin’ angel dust, yeah, spa n-gga
and i’m attracted to green like gua’, n-ggas
i’ma pull up late, regulate
my jewels are no joke, sh-t’s frosted like flakes
i swear to god i’m baked, like easy bake
i show the very same energy, sound like a taser
yeah shot like a shawty with a taser
fly the b-tch to la, she ballin’ like a laker
i know not to tell and never speak to the neighbor
in fact i can’t see ‘em, i’m on so many acres
ever since i met shawty i feel like hercules
and i’m smokin’ bales of weed cause it grow on trees
six girls in my mouth like a set of ds
with my west boast bloods bangin’ burgundy
rich bags under my eye, n-gga birkin ds
she say, “i want victoria secret”
and i f-ck her long, watch her decrease
even though i’m a blood, she like cc
she get mad whenever i bring her bb
shoot, no 2-2-3, dvd
watch me shoot them folk way up the street
lost a whole hundred bands, bands with the heat
i’ma die for my clan, [?] me
diamonds red like a mothaf-cka cut me
and i smoke rusty and dusty

[hook: young thug]
what are you doin’ in this game?
i wanna know what are you doin’ in this game?
hey, baby girl what you doin’ out here?
what the f-ck are you doin’ out here?
i know what you’re doin’ out here
i know what you’re doin’ out here
you k!llin’ these b-tches, k!llin’ these n-ggas
cook a lot of white like tommy hilfiger
baby girl, i’ll give you this [?] [?] n-gga

[verse 2: rich homie quan]
ridin’, n-gga with [?] i ain’t lookin’ for the swoop, i need a b-tch do that to me
i want a b-tch with some loot who gon’ take care her kids
i mean make sure her kids straight forever, you dig?
i won’t stop gettin’ money forever, you dig?
and i ain’t talkin’ ’bout a shovel, you dig?
i just bought a new dog that’ll eat up you pig
i just bought a new car, a hunna, you dig?
shhh, stop, a hundred ain’t sh-t
two boys wasn’t much, a hundred on them
can’t go broke, it may not come again
but a lot of money comin’ in, you don’t belong here so..

[verse 3: young thug]
baby watch out for the sharks, watch out for the cops
watch out for the thots
they just want a piece of you, like me
beat ‘em like bruce lee
facin’ life and you’re broke, here go my shoulder
boy you can cry on me
no, no tellin’ but i told you
you can’t ‘trol, control these streets
if a p-ssy n-gga play
i’m gonna gun him down like a g
b you can’t see me
i’m ballin’, you can’t even d me

- rich homie quan lyrics

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