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rich homie quan - yeahhh lyrics

[intro]
rich homie, baby!
yeah, aye man
you can bet the house on me dog
i told all my n-gg-s, if they had a thousand dollars
we gon’ make it back

[verse 1]
i’m in love with types of b-tches, you regular type of n-gg-
be tryna get in my business, but couldn’t run in my business
these n-gg-s they in they feelings, can’t hide em because we see it
these n-gg-s claiming they real till they true color revealed
used to do nothing but steal, till i did that lil bid
at every game i would win, they would think that shit was rigged
that pussy pink like a pig and that -ss is like a hog
find out that b-tch stealing, tie her up then put her out
find out she ovulating, hit her raw then pull it out
why she claiming that my baby when i f-cking pulled it out?
i told that b-tch, “swallow these babies and don’t f-cking spit ’em out”
(why? why? why?) ‘cause they might grow up to be something real special
you can’t never trust n-body, never trust n-body
cold-hearted motherf-cker never love n-body, never love n-body
remember staying with my mama then i turnt up the skreet
no heat, remember being cold so i bought me a mink
at fifteen jumped off the porch, landed straight in the skreet
still stop at gresham citgo just to get me some sweets
shout out choo, nootie bone, shout out paridise
shout out the 6, ‘cause that’s my zone, shout out to pde

[hook]
hey, hey, hey, hey
hey yeah, hey yeah, hey, hey
hey, hey, hey, hey
hey yeah, yeah, yeah
hey yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse 2]
i keep my pistol on ready, ‘cause i don’t live for the moment
shorty claiming she want me, but i p-ss to the homies
she suck around on my meat, like a piece of bologna
she asking, “quan, do you got me?”
i tell her, “get some insurance”
okay now dish my detergent, i wipe my hands when they dirty
because all day, all day, i’ve been running through this money
these b-tches be flirtin’, i f-cked that hoe for no purpose
i swear that all day, all day, i’ve been running through these condoms
tell me why, maybe you know
they underestimated me, it hurt they heart, when i broke
came back in the motherf-ckin’ trenches
tight shirt on with some balmain britches
them lame n-gg-s over there boy i hit all they b-tches
i hit all they b-tches, to the point, that i f-cked them, and don’t call them b-tches
i ain’t saying what i’m doing may be right
but when i do it, boy, i give the lil kids, god d-mn
jump out the hot box, police on me, i’m dodgin’ the car
i see all my cars in the lot, be careful they watchin’
nah, be careful they got it, nah, be careful i got jailed
the code word, we call it, “christmas” when we talking bail
i made a oath and told myself i wouldn’t go back to jail
walked up in the courthouse with a gucci sweater on, a n-gg- got hot as h-ll
but i ain’t give a d-mn, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
and i don’t give a d-mn if my partner get locked up, accept all the calls
where i’m from, we ain’t seeing shit, we ain’t heard of shit, and we don’t talk
and every n-gg- take a loss, that’s how you come back, that make you a boss

[bridge]
thought i was gone, psyche, got ’em
her natural hair long, what i like about her
this ain’t even all of my shit, this ain’t even all of my whips
these ain’t even all of my b-tches, y’all ain’t even all of my n-gg-s

[hook]
hey, hey, hey, hey
hey yeah, hey yeah, hey, hey
hey, hey, hey, hey
hey yeah, yeah, yeah
hey yeah, yeah, yeah

- rich homie quan lyrics

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