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Rich Homie Quan

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(альбом: Rich As In Spirit - 2018)

30, you a fool for this one

Herschel Walker, used to ride that MARTA, yeah, that thirty-four
Pants sagging, bankroll in my pocket and that thirty close
Church in session, talk shit like the pastor, catch the holy ghost
Trap is bunking and we making money, see that open door
We been getting it, we been going hard, boy, I gotta have it
Neighbor tripping, way too many cars, we got too much traffic
Look suspicious, pistol in my drawers and yeah, it's automatic
You work at Lids, putting shit on your kids, go'n with all that capping (talk your shit, Rich Homie)

Pulled up in that Benz, I hopped out perfect (I hopped out clean)
Tried to rob me, you got killed, now was it worth it? (fa-fa-fa-fa)
Might buy that Maybach, I grew up without no curtains (might buy that six-three, nigga)
And when I get it, I'ma keep my windows rolled up on purpose (ayy, ayy)
You can't tell a nigga like me shit (nah)
I ain't have it all when I was little (nope)
Sixteen years old drinking liquor (what?)
I ain't never ever touched a beer (ha)
I ain't never ever touch a mill' (never)
Till I stayed down and start rapping (I stayed down, nigga)
Then I turned my dreams into reality (that right too), I rode that

Herschel Walker, used to ride that MARTA, yeah, that thirty-four
Pants sagging, bankroll in my pocket and that thirty close
Church in session, talk shit like the pastor, catch the holy ghost
Trap is bunking and we making money, see that open door
We been getting it, we been going hard, boy, I gotta have it
Neighbor tripping, way too many cars, we got too much traffic
Look suspicious, pistol in my drawers and yeah, it's automatic
You work at Lids, putting shit on your kids, go'n with all that capping

We were growing up fighting when we were kids (yeah)
Remember some nights where we ain't eat? (ayy)
I was Holyfield hustling in the trap (truth)
They was Mike Tyson biting on the kid (ayy, Mike)
I remember trying to get rich (hey)
Smoking two for fives of the mid (woo)
Never had nothing growing up (nah)
Nigga, don't be surprised when I get it (ayy)
Where were you when I was on my dick? (woo)
I was so broke, I needed fix (yup)
Reminiscing 'bout me growing up
You know I hate to talk about this shit (I do)
Load the ten and walked up out the bitch (ten)
Stripper fame, trying to see who getting it (ha)
Walking around with that thang on me
And you know I got my license for this bitch (Rich Homie, baby)

Herschel Walker, used to ride that MARTA, yeah, that thirty-four
Pants sagging, bankroll in my pocket and that thirty close
Church in session, talk shit like the pastor, catch the holy ghost
Trap is bunking and we making money, see that open door
We been getting it, we been going hard, boy, I gotta have it
Neighbor tripping, way too many cars, we got too much traffic
Look suspicious, pistol in my drawers and yeah, it's automatic
You work at Lids, putting shit on your kids, go'n with all that capping

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