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srbym - everywhere we go lyrics

verse 1: rich homie quan

rich homie baby. okay she fine, s-xy, all that
she might have left, but she return like a call back
can’t stand the lies, therefore i’mma fall back
she on third, on the way home and im hard like a ball bat
her friend wanna f-ck me, shame on you
x-box 360 them hoes: i’mma run a lil game on you (that play)
i never fall in love, but i fell in love with that thang you do (that tongue ring)
i’mma rapper baby. and i can’t sing it too
everywhere i go, b-tches call me a man wh0r-
srb what that ym stand for, rich homies the praying we’ll fail you
they sweatin unless they sweaters, let my patnah tell you (curt)

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everywhere i go some b-tches hollin bout my name
tell them ho n-ggas pull over, stay the f-ck up out my lane
ooh, everywhere i go i keep a bad b-tch n-gga
they flashin, them some young rich n-ggas
and we get that sh-t like everywhere we go every-everywhere we go. ayyooo ayooo x2

verse 2

tell em what you bring about 50 bottles (yes we deep, uhhuh)
bool cool blood getting burned, like a std
can’t see you n-ggas like black shades
doing 75 down cascade
i got bad b-tches that bring that money, they selling p-ssy on backpage
stick to me like a glue stick
we say truu tv, that mean truu sh-t
her -ss out, its fat as f-ck
but what you gone do for this true-fit
keep alot of gas ho (lot of gas) grandaddy perfect, that stupid kush
dont try to rob cause we dont play the radio (cuba gooding)
sometimes n-ggas got so much to say, i can’t get the sh-t out (uhhuh)
this b-tch right her so nasty, i’m bout to spit this sh-t out (uhhuh)
ain’t nun of these b-tches different, they do the same thang
man im thanking bout gettin my name changed

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verse 3

i got one question, how the h-ll you get my number (ion know)
on some future sh-t, pulled yo b-tch in my pajamas (yeaa yeaa)
a n-gga gone hate, and a b-tch gone hate but the numbers ain’t gone lie (i know)
her heart gone break and the n-gga gone skate
f-ck it, cause i ain’t your guy

verse 4: rich homie quan

and i ain’t gone flex on you, i’mma spend a check on you
i’mma feel that neck on you
how the h-ll you get mad when a n-gga gettin bad when a ho want the best for you
i love getting money, addicted to the sh-t i need help (that’s right 2)
i -ssisted the coach cause i’mma team player

verse 5

woke up this morning, clock said 10:10
cheated on her with her friend
and f-cked her friend friend
she got them bands, she stay grabbin her purse (gucci)
them b-tches screaming my name like a name-tag on my shirt

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