three words - rich homie quan lyrics
(verse)
my flow hard, to bite for all, you stale eaters
and i’m still smart as h-ll like a yale teacher
pneumonia, i’m hot headed, rare fever
foul call, no fall ball, play fair people
i tell bone that i’m a yung n-gg-, worth some car lots
two cell phones and a pistol, i call shots
i’m trippin’, money too strings, take them tall knots
i’m living, doin’ new things i never thought about
no sick days in my job description, i’m calling off
my ho gone, i’m home alone, macaulay culkin
how could i know she ready to go?
house full of hoes, reality show
she sat in the ghost, no casper, better go faster than it appear
and that’s a phantom, not a real ghost so don’t fear
double letters on my rolls royce, and i’m ronald reagan of that building, b-tch
real recognize real, relying on richie rich
got dutch master for the kush smoker
hold the reggie, for the bush totters
‘f-ck blacks’ is what bush told us
f-ck that we took over
i bust back like a foot soldier
give you good gas like a shook soda
bulldozer, he cook cola, no haircut
get you the part, that’s not what i do it for
margie not cool with her
lisa mad i’m on simpson, and homer say, he through with her
molly make your heartbeat fast
bought me a house across the rear house
ain’t makin’ me, the best, three laps
calling me dad i ain’t yo pappy, i’m pimpin’ out of three cars
speaking of simpsons, i ain’t even mention three bars
in mornin’ time, my d-ck be hard
no rehearsing with that verse
you can get this sh-t free of charge
and i hope that’s not what she thought
and he called for a cheap price
and she saw him for like three nights
and she robbed him but, he in love
now he heartbroken, his girl
finna have a baby, bout the only n-gg- he ever trusted in the world
he disgusted, she got knocked over, he was locked up
she ain’t stay down, he got busted
that money short, she ain’t come to court
he got nothing, and now it’s f-ck the world, that b-tch a sheefa
only time i f-ck yo girl, they hating on her for no reason
they land on them, they scheming
insane on ’em, they demons
i’ll take one of them beamers, x5 gotta flex mine
you know my goals set high
and i stay down, i stack that money chest high
despite me flexing hard the time i lift paper
can’t question god, i find myself asking
(hook)
i don’t know why the f-ck, you staring at me like i’m strange
i don’t know why the f-ck, i’m worried about what i say
i don’t know why, my partner trippin’ i’m still the same
three words, one question
i don’t know why
i don’t know why
i don’t know why
i don’t know why, she trying to lock me down like it’s cuffing season
i don’t know why, n-gg-s thinking they can f-ck with me
(outro)
yeah
i don’t know why
i don’t know why
three letters, one question
rich homie baby
i am, r h q
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