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letra de beat it up - rich homie quan

[intro: rich homie quan]
yeah
turn me up a little bit so i can hear my voice
yeah, yeah, yeah
you know you’re my n-gga for life, right?
yeah, yeah, yeah
goose with another one
as far as anybody say
yeah, yeah
one thing, rich homie 4l
goose with another one

[chorus: rich homie quan]
why my b-tch cheating on me?
what the f-ck i do to her?
i ain’t did nothing, n-gga
why she wanna play with me? (what? what?)
my feelings done got involved
nah that b-tch can’t stay with me (no)
swear to god on my grannie
rest in peace to, annie
now the b-tch got two daddies
this a reunion, no family
i wanna f-ck you in your best outfit
girl put it on, yeah
david copperfield, baby girl
i can get it gone, nair
you the picture, i’ma put you on the wall
i’m the hammer, you the nail
beat it up, beat it up, beat it up, beat it

[verse 1: rich homie quan]
put your -ss to sleep, baby girl tempur-pedic
cuz’ whip it up, in a pan like pita
love big t-tties, turned on by them c cups
did a show in boston drinking lean out a teacup
no party, i’m sorry
ridin’ round in the motorcycle, no harley
that lil’ ho r-t-rded, had to nickname lil’ b-tch (what?), tortoise
shootin’ shots, i ignore it
pants saggin’ ’cause i walk around with that .40
n-gga talkin’ beef, eat it up ’cause i’m hungry
f-ck yars, n-gga i’m extortin’
feelin’ like j-prince n-gga
j-prince son jas, f-ck with me every time
i was in l.a. chillin’ at jas prince house
a deal, i ain’t never signed
i ain’t never, ever, ever lost sh-t
k!ll a n-gga, knock ’em off, what’s a f-ckin’ lawsuit?
shoot a n-gga momma house up, no talkin’
shh… too much talkin’…
ran off with a hundred bands, i ain’t playin’
cut a promoter, thought i was playin’
got a .223 lebron james, cleveland
why am i insecure ’bout my woman?

[verse 2: rich homie quan & young thug]
i don’t l1ck p-ssy, but tonight i might eat it (yummy)
i don’t want that sh-t lil’ b-tch, i just want my receipt back (no way)
she grippin’ on my nuts, michael jackson, i might beat it (woo)
her first name victoria, i know she got some secrets (woo)
i don’t wanna f-ck with her, if she ain’t gon’ keep it (what?)
real with a n-gga ’til the end, girl i need ya (oh)
let me put my d-ck inside your hole, peep it (ayy)
thugger want your soul, he need it
she ain’t got too many times, she got three stripes like an adidas, ayy (racks)
let the lil’ b-tch come roll me like tempur-pedic, ayy (woah)
throw that p-ssy, i catch it like a receiver play
if she find out i cheated, she might just leave that day (ah)
put that lil’ b-tch on her feet, no beng-y (no beng-y)
jonesboro south raised me, that’s what kids say (they say)
and my diamonds they come wet like a fish tank (woo)
lil’ money, big bank take lil’ bank, yeah (racks)
lil’ n-gga wanna play, i’ll leave ’em in a wheel chair (pew, pew, pew)
yellow bone b-tch from toronto, she a regular (ah)
when i kiss her, i be suckin’ on her neck like dracula (yeah, baby)
and i’m a motherf-ckin’ lion, n-gga, cats k!ll

- rich homie quan

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