probation - rich homie quan lyrics
[chorus]
pray my [?] don’t get that call ’cause she gon’ smell it on my p-ss
and my b-tch know i’ve been f-cking she can smell it on my d-ck
i ain’t gotta take no picture with money you can tell a n-gga rich
pay ten for this jacket in milan look at the leather on this b-tch
look at that plain jane he got on now look at the bezzle on my sh-t
if i can’t get her n-gga i don’t want her but never settle over no b-tch
i ain’t never fell in love with no b-tch who ain’t have my back like i had hers
shorty show me mad love, step into the bag for her
[verse 1]
i’ve been counting up for so long my finger get cramps
i got that water tucked under my shirt my sh-t getting dim
and i know my b-tch ain’t pregnant she was having cramps
i don’t know none of these n-ggas over here but i’m gonna adapt
[?] trap to a cash room, setting up shop in a bathroom
just like a [?] you bad news, everything around me cash rules
talk to broke n-gga i can pop it i just made a deposit i was with my dead dude
don’t give me no respond if i ain’t ask you, naw little n-gga i got her back too
a rich n-gga still eating fast food, [?] dish with a little can food
too rich to vacay to cancun, i would’ve wifed her but she ran through
shooters on go when the van moves, i’m a stand up guy need a standing ovation
i smoke too much i don’t know why i took a pee for probation
[chorus]
pray my [?] don’t get that call ’cause she gon’ smell it on my p-ss
and my b-tch know i’ve been f-cking she can smell it on my d-ck
i ain’t gotta take no picture with money you can tell a n-gga rich
pay ten for this jacket in milan look at the leather on this b-tch
look at that plain jane he got on now look at the bezzle on my sh-t
if i can’t get her n-gga i don’t want her but never settle over no b-tch
i ain’t never fell in love with no b-tch who ain’t have my back like i had hers
shorty show me mad love, step into the bag for her
[verse 2]
[?] on my [?] look at all this louie we just bought
lawyer on retainer hope my shooter don’t get trialed
heard that dope just locked up watch me loose it with a [?]
need me to pull some strings i get acoustic with that guitar
run it up, run it up, run it up [?]
count it up, count it up, count it up [?]
[?]
forensic can’t get no dna but they outlined him in [?]
[?] my clothes that’s the g code, take a n-gga hoe, yeah repo
the gps lost with a [?], can’t tell a op [?] week long
a n-gga get popped [?] home, cut the light out we gon’ creep slow
and i pray my probation officer don’t hear this song
[chorus]
pray my [?] don’t get that call ’cause she gon’ smell it on my p-ss
and my b-tch know i’ve been f-cking she can smell it on my d-ck
i ain’t gotta take no picture with money you can tell a n-gga rich
pay ten for this jacket in milan look at the leather on this b-tch
look at that plain jane he got on now look at the bezzle on my sh-t
if i can’t get her n-gga i don’t want her but never settle over no b-tch
i ain’t never fell in love with no b-tch who ain’t have my back like i had hers
shorty show me mad love, step into the bag for her
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