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rich homie quan - sorry lyrics

[verse 1]
brand new money, brand new house
a little extra show money, dough bought the loft
my b-tch big ol’ -ss the only thing soft
deion sanders with burglary because i never got caught
come my shows my money you in the creek no dawson
i can spit 3:16 like steve austin
throwing up big bs like i play for boston
smoke more weed than a hippy and it cost me
a whole lot of money but chiefin i cannot stop it
a lot of n-ggas funny and beefing bout these thot b-tches
my spanish b-tch she talk a lil english so yes she got it
free bobby shmurda last week i caught a body
told that b-tch to get on top and ride like a ducati
paste her face with nut and let another n-gga copy
i love my head sloppy, shawty like to party
the monster come out of her when she on them narcotics
shawty had no neck so i had to let shiy hit
it’s all about respect aretha franklin r-e-s-p-e-c-t to disregard this
i’m sorry, sorry, sorry
i’m sorry, promise baby it’ll never happen again, i’m sorry
i’ve been on the road got no time to spend but i’m sorry
i swear to god that i’ll never do it again girl i’m sorry
i’m on my knees right now asking you to accept my apology

[rich homie talking]
aye look man, i apologise
so right now what i want you to do is
just hear me out
please. listen

[verse 2]
sorry for them times that i cheated
and i’m, sorry for them times i weren’t there when you needed me
sorry for the times i neglect you
but i didn’t wanna hurt your feelings no you were the reason
i kept you locked down like i’m defence
i would sell 50 want n0body else to see it
bout her a ring and she was speechless
told her if we break up she can still keep it
even though she got that wet i still leave her
better yet water, should have named her fiji
r.i.p mary yeah i know this not no game but i might throw that green like my middle name luigi
the objective of the day to be real i’m the motherf-cking teacher
mmm, chill down the mall every city how i go make sure security beefed up
better join us can’t beat us
it ain’t over ’til the fat lady sing
plus i’m hard to get off like a fat lady ring
how you a big dog when a cat make you scream?
i be calling calls like a new jack city
call me nino brown i am new jack city
ask your friend i was in that new black bentley
pilgrim fresh like everyday thanksgiving
children think i am rich as f-ck cos i’m living
yeah i got a lil money tryna get close to a billion
f-ck up my first onion then started bringing in bill
came home with a 50 told mama imma get it just believe in my, i
got something to do, got something to prove
i swear that god that i, am gon’ be the best and do whatever it takes
i swear to god my n-gga that i, i, i
i swear to god my n-gga that i, i, i

- rich homie quan lyrics

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