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free - rich homie quan lyrics

[chorus]
f*r*double*e me, i’m free (free)
no piano club, call it twenty for a key (twenty)
bank money, got a light thirty on me (thirty)
over lit n*gga, still doin’ it for c
(rest in peace cmoney, my brother)
still want twenty plus, n*gga, for a walk in
(the ho left me, so why would i love her?)
the b*tch left me home alone like macaulay culkin (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[verse 1]
i’m the biggest to walk in (walk, walk)
we don’t save hoes, clark klent (h*ll nah)
diamonds white like charleston (bling, blaow)
we don’t talk, we don’t bargain (nah, n*gga)
her period late, she tarty (d*mn)
i pulled up in the foreign (skrrt)
besides the head, she borin’ (old lame*ass n*gga)
i left some money on the nightstand and told her, “i’ll be back by the mornin'” (i’ll be back by the mornin’)
60k for a show, no tourin’
i hear n*ggas talkin’ sl!ck on the door ring
i was on the codeine, that morphine
and i started kickin’ doors at fourteen
cuz started sellin’ dope for two days
swear to god, next week, he had more fiends (on god)
i feel so free, the money don’t even excite me no more
can’t even for*life her no more
she don’t even like me no more
i feel so free
i ain’t gotta lie to her no more (nah)
she ain’t gotta cry to me no more (nope)
i’m finally free, spell it out
[chorus]
f*r*double*e me, i’m free (free)
no piano club, call it twenty for a key (twenty)
bank money, got a light thirty on me (thirty)
over lit n*gga, still doin’ it for c
(rest in peace cmoney, my brother)
still want twenty plus, n*gga, for a walk in
(the ho left me, so why would i love her?)
the b*tch left me home alone like macaulay culkin

[verse 2]
i ain’t trickin’ off on no b*tch just to get my hoes back (rich homie)
everybody wanna be the reaper ’til you get your soul sn*tched
draco make a n*gga shoulder mad
it hit so hard, i need shoulder pads (fah, fah)
throwback thursday, white tee shirt, baggy jeans, and a [soldier raf?]
hit him in the head, had to close the casket
n*gga tried to press me, so i throwed it past him (that’s right too, n*gga)
n*gga slow as molasses, high as f*ck when i was goin’ to classes (i was high as f*ck)
i was young and tryna get some money, i remember mowin’ the grasses (i had to hustle, n*gga)
me and dre was wearin’ each other’s clothes, boy, that sh*t was so embarrassin’ (look at me now)
i was catchin’ plays on the double up, n*gga, marvin harrison (had to go double up)
she tried to trap me with a baby, the b*tch was so hilarious (hahaha)
ha, and i bought mama a house for the nine months she carried me (tammie)
i swallowed my pride got rid of my feelings and buried ’em
spell it out
[chorus]
f*r*double*e me, i’m free (free)
no piano club, call it twenty for a key (twenty)
bank money, got a light thirty on me (thirty)
over lit n*gga, still doin’ it for c
(rest in peace cmoney, my brother)
still want twenty plus, n*gga, for a walk in
(the ho left me, so why would i love her?)
the b*tch left me home alone like macaulay culkin

- rich homie quan lyrics

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