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rich homie quan - throw it back lyrics

[intro]
izze made this for me n-gga
quan, yah, homie, yah, d-mn right too n-gga
rich homie baby, rich homie baby

[verse 1]
walked in the mo’f-cker, these pants by nudie
tattoo, no shirt, she wanna feel me
feelin’ like biggie, this sweater by coogi
feelin’ like izze make a beat in the jacuzzi
i done smoked to much weed, i’m startin’ to see illusions
i done f-cked too many b-tches, hope i ain’t got cooties
got your b-tch watching me, you would swear i was a movie
my mind, i’m ‘bout to lose it
hol’ up wait pause
shawty go dumb, go stupid, go roofless
nutted on her tongue, when i come, call her toothless
that purple monster truck it sit up like a dually
got them purple blunts rolled up, ready to get to it
got hoes i can expose them, but why would i do it?
talkin’ ’bout playing checkers
she left her last n-gga, he didn’t know what he was doing
even though he had money like a jew, she ain’t give a f-ck
i told that ho to

[hook]
throw it back, hope you can take this d-ck
please be a little slow, okay
stay down and i’m gonna make you rich
but right now i’m just throw it back, throw it back
she like it on top, i love it when she throw it back
throw it back, throw it back

[verse 2]
throw it back like i’m pitching and you catching (throw it back)
like a wide receiver right after he catch it
to the referee, f-cking hoes that my specialty
she say, she don’t f-ck with molly but she fell in love with ecstasy
stupid b-tch that’s the same thing
no bankroll fresh but i got a bankroll on my homie show you n-gga how to do that
she say she ain’t suck d-ck
let me call your friend over, bet that b-tch show your -ss how to do it
put on a man rubber n-gga, it ain’t nothin’ to it
one week, a hundred thousand cash run through it
ask cody, two hundred thousand, i thumb through it
no money machine n-gga my hands started hurting, my hands started hurting
because i’m smacking on a -ss, like she ain’t been to cl-ss in a week or two
she said ‘quan, you ain’t gotta cheat when you got me’
‘think about all the bad b-tches we could do’ (i know x3)
thought that was your b-tch
’til i took her home, now you got the sad face (i know x3)
funny, how i’m in the top 5
when last year i was in last place (i know x3)
that, you want me to fail but i’m not gon’ fail because i got god (i know x3)
you be feelin’ freaky girl, all you gotta do is take your clothes of and

- rich homie quan lyrics

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