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weight up (remix) - rich homie quan lyrics

[intro]

[bridge]
i done finally got my weight up
got my weight up
got my weight up
got my weight up
got my weight up
got my motherf-cking weight up

[hook]
see, i done finally got my weight up
got my weight up
got my weight up
on them nights, see i would stay up
for that motherf-cking paper
asking god for a way up
for a war i gotta stay up
and i ain’t never lived for the dime bell
but i done got my f-ckin’ weight up
got my weight up
got my weight up
got my weight up
got my weight up
got my weight up
got my motherf-ckin’ weight up
i’m gon’ stay up
i’m gon’ stay up
i’m gon’ stay up
i’m gon’ stay up
i’m gon’ stay up
that’s a message to my motherf-ckin’ haters

[verse 1: rich homie quan]
see i remember at first
everybody was sleepin’ on me
i tried to wake them up
but they still went temperpedic on me
my n-gga millie is still ‘free the homie’
how the f-ck can i go to h-ll
with all these baby jesus on me?
reefer on me, visa on me, .40 on me
mo’niffa on me, b-tches on me
n-ggas lonely, cause i got they ho down
yo b-tch up in that spoe’ now
roll out, full car, deep and switchin’ lanes on ’em
color coated paint on ’em, f-ck it, go insane on ’em
all white bucket seats
same color cocaine homie
and them b-tches ain’t f-ckin’ for free
if you met ’em at the flame, homie
damon wayans, shame on ’em
i ain’t lift the weight, but pounds gained on ’em
and my number still the same on ’em
if you want them thang’ from me
you can still get it for the same number
or cheaper
cause you know a n-gga b-tch hit
ah, b-tches are the only thang i bench ‘pressed

[hook]

[verse 2: jose guapo]
lot of n-ggas -ss up like a shape up
f-ck a 9-5 them n-ggas don’t pay enough
the money you know we gonna get it
i’m stylin i’m stylin designer
hit like mayweather we fighting
[hook]

[verse 3: offset]
get your weight up cause you dont weight enough
in my g-o it ain’t no trailer riding round in sp-ceships
im the truth ain’t no lie around me all my n-ggas keep a hundred round clip from around me
young rich n-gga riding round in a bentley
hurt a n-gga feelings cause im on a hill in beverly
drop house look like a bakery
i see u f-ck n-ggas hating know its jealousy
the audi, the masi; exotic, bugatti, ferrari, you n-ggas is sorry
my n-ggas they ballin; amare

[hook]

[outro]

- rich homie quan lyrics

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