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rich homie quan - ol man soul lyrics

[intro]
rich.as.in.spirit
you got to understand where
i’m coming from
to know where i’ve been
you get it?
just listen

[hook]
i got an ol man soul
feel like i done lived
this life before
got pulled from my plug
like life-support
my knees hurt, yea
that’s what shooting dice
will do
matte black on a 92, viper coupe
i like ’em new
talkin’ ’bout b-tches, n-gg-
life is cool
trying to get richer n-gg-
and i didn’t even wanna k!ll ’em
so i pistol whipped him
and i don’t even want to hit her
unless she into me

[verse 1]
not into me
i just want a bad lil philly b-tch
who ready to roll out (d-mn)
i just f-cking k!lled this sh-t
i’m wanted for murder cause a n-gg-
just showed out
every beat i’m on i go crazy
like a straitjacket
boy i’m crazy (whoo)
pulled up on them n-gg-s
that was hating
and the looks on their faces
had them n-gg-s like (oooohhh)
i don’t even really wanna say sh-t
i just gotta play it how it go, you get it?
the other n-gg- he just with the basic
i just wanna turn ya, show ya how it go
flipping it, whipping it,get it, get it
i just wanna show you, digits, digits
seven numbers are different from six digits (hmph)
that’s a millionaire status
billionaire status where i’m trying to be at
next year
done counted a whole lot of money
i can’t even f-cking feel
my hands no mo

[bridge]
arthritis got me f-cked up
i’on know how i lucked up
mama told us never suffer
i remember we didn’t have no supper
i’m rich as in spirit
rich as in digits
rich, yea i got a whole lot of money
n-gg- ya’ll fear me
if you don’t you’s a broke n-gg-
i fear ya

[verse 2]
i told her bring a friend
and i don’t wanna hit ’em
unless she send ’em in
trying hit some new sh-t
i want a set of twins
still on my bucket list
gotta get me a benz
i don’t want that musty b-tch
i wanna hit her friend
and i grant these b-tches wishes, rumpelstiltskin
and i keep that lil hoe running, like a field pig
i leave my hat on while i f-ck her,like a pilgrim
plus i gotta k!ll ’em
gotta keep these young n-gg-s dreamin’ (huh)
i wear my heart on my shoulders
so i walk around this mother f-cker sleeveless
they was sleeping on my bars at first
get a mattress for them boys temper-pedic
i’m just trying to go and do shows hoe overseas
i got two boys who look up to me
and one who want to be me
and i’m still moving b-ss out the trunk, no speakers
my trunks caught a ace, play a king, i’d beat ya
the pump make him jump, you a lame, ima keep it
them meats sweet, swear to god ima eat you
i don’t wanna call lil shawty unless i need it
she gon’ leave ’em knocking
ima leave that p-ssy bleeding (hmph, hmph)
i swear, she gone ride this d-ck
we gone need some mo legs on the chair
she gone f-ck around, and might break it
hope this d-ck she can take it
if she can’t ima be so upset with her, her, her
and it don’t take pain for me to make that lil thing
squirt, irt,irt
i gotta ol man soul
n-gg- can’t you tell?
geeked up like streets say rob the player
chicken just came home n-gg- life is h-ll
you get a second chance at everything (quan talk to ’em)

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