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bitches - rich homie quan lyrics

[intro: rich homie quan]
yeah (what?!)
rich…homie…quan
(thugga. what?! what?!)

[hook: rich homie quan & (young thug)]
my car goes faster than yours lil’ n-gga d-mn right i know it (swoo!)
my b-tch she badder than yours h-ll yea young n-gga i know it (main b-tch)
my clique gon’ f-ck, she f-ck you up, yea n-gga i know it (sheesh!, sheesh!)
yo baby momma get f-cked by me, my n-gga i know it
but i like (b-tches) b-tches
(b-tches) b-tches (b-tches) whoa
(b-tches) b-tches (b-tches) b-tches (b-tches) whoa
(b-tches) (b-tches)
what you like? (b-tches)
i like (b-tches)
i f-ck (b-tches)
i can’t trust these (b-tches)

[verse 1: young thug]
b-tch -ss hoes
every thing a n-gga say should be quoted
get between the lines like a roly poly
rich homie quan attracted the green like he’s molded

[verse 2: rich homie quan]
got a hunna thou in the top room, n-gga i ain’t playing bout money my n-gga no more
say she wanna feature, what’s ya budget?
bad b-tches can’t stop it can’t stop it(whoo)
mc hammer can’t touch ’em (can’t touch ’em) (can’t touch ’em)
catch a n-gga sleepin’ in the porta-potty and
run up on ’em then buss ’em
but i ain’t tryna get in no trouble, you can ask thugger

[verse 3: young thug]
i ain’t worry bout nothin’, i ain’t worry bout jack
got a hunna bloods with me, all ’em screaming “ratta-tat-tat”
money bout longer than a ‘lac
young stoner life, n-gga ysl
three hoes, call me quan ills
on the way to heaven, we raise h-ll

[verse 4: rich homie quan]
lame -ss n-ggas (lame-o’s)
try’na act cool, it’s a shame on these n-ggas
[?] times two
[?] in this b-tch, [?] with this d-ck
you took her on a date but i left with this b-tch
cook it in your face like a chef in this b-tch, yea chef in this b-tch, b-tch

[verse 5: young thug]
cook it, lil’ b voice
juug it, deebo voice
p-ssy n-ggas, feed me more
i got birds like b-more
i got your main b-tch and she flex on my wood like a carpenter
if the b-tch start trippin’, i’m dwight howard with it
iphone, yea i’m blocking her!

[verse 6: rich homie quan]
hunnid thousand dollars in [?] so a n-gga gettin’ paid
spend 55 thousand dollar on a bar, but i still can’t sleep
i say she love me, i love her, i call her babe
feel like money paid for a n-gga, i’m feelin’ like ayyee!

- rich homie quan lyrics

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