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krazy - rich homie quan lyrics

[intro]
i been hearing them chatter quick
you know i been hearing the mumbling
tell them n*gga speak up though
i bet them n*ggas can’t do what i do
i bet them n*ggas can’t, you know what i’m saying, pop it how i pop it, ayy

[chorus]
flip flops i just hit a b*tch no condom
i been serving white boy, adam, no jumper
circle full of bosses everybody getting money
and we gone get a whole lot more of that this summer
run it up ’til the money counter get done
bank money got paper cuts on my thumb
taking my little boy to school with a gun
sad that i got to walk around with a gun
everybody riding around atlanta with a gun
shawty been sitting 10 months without a bond
if you want smoke n*gga check on your lungs
cause i ain’t never ever gave a f*ck about nothing
for sh*t to get krazy you’n want for this sh*t to get krazy (rich homie)
sh*t will get krazy, them young n*ggas ass gone go krazy (hey)
[verse]
all my n*ggas they pure, we don’t even walk around saying “we real”
i’m sad that my dawg just died, ’cause somebody gave my boy a fake pill
my young n*ggas ain’t got a job but i might hire them boys ’cause they k!ll (they do)
percs don’t make me crazy if i take one rich homie on chill
i was in the amg, doing 130, ion need 7 bullets on me, need thirty
alot of guns clean but a couple of ’em dirty
all my young n*ggas about to start purging
shoulder strap on the choppa so it shood st*rdy
young n*gga died another unsolver murder (d*mn)
had to put a rubber on my d*ck ’cause she fertile
having chicken way before that n*gga colonel
blue tip bullets gone burn ya
stay out my business if the sh*t don’t concern you
the n*gga you call big bro used to be a runner
n*gga talk sl!ck b*tch n*gga get confronted
and i got some thick sh*t out of dallas, texas
b*tch redder than hi*tech (double cup)
getting money this sh*t a process (yeah)
still doing it for the projects (quan, ayy)

- rich homie quan lyrics

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