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letra de worship - rich homie quan

[intro]
i’ve been known, i love ya’ll for this
i wouldn’t wear it tho
i know father died, mother died, got me?
130 the producer
ayyy, rich i’m baby

[chorus]
15 thousand will get your partner knocked off
16 thousand for them styled, tailored car bombs
18, i was stealin’ mama’s money out her top drawer
i could not get knocked off
so, you know i had to grind
so my folks won’t have to work not more
still goin’ in, made a promise, we wouldn’t hurt no more
goin’ to church on sundays, what you worship for?

[verse 1]
i was in the court
they thought i wasn’t gon’ dip
used to hide money at my mama’s house
she didn’t know it was in her crib
i can’t give no f-cks no more, i gotta tell them how i feel
i can’t show no love no more, they gonna stab me once again
family in my business tryna see what i done spent
you can’t offer me nothing and i don’t need no new friends
i won’t cover my tongue ’cause i don’t care who i offend
turn a l to a win
turn a player to a pimp
everything double g on my end
these b-tches tryna cuddle me in my benz
n-ggas tryna break me knowing i won’t bend
and i tell that’s how the story goes
and i came here just to vent
and i hope you can understand
(what about the critics bro?)
i won’t let ’em in

[verse 2]
lie to me in my face
but why would you stab me in by back?
prolly ’cause you thought i was dead
i resurrected, i’m back, hoe
every time a bad b-tch call, my problems call me back, though
a lot of y’all n-ggas bit into my swag
prolly not dealing with that flow
a lot of y’all n-ggas sound like my son
shoulda been calling me dad-oh

rumor has it that i fell off
only thing i fell off was a basket
plug tried to send the bails off
i had to tell him, “don’t send it to the mansion”
your favorite rapper tried to steal the sauce
i got that n-gga stealing in the pantry
at times i forget i done made it
still got a million in the mansion
still tryna make ’em understand
lot of discretion but i gotta keep a country head
never sell my soul for a bunch of bread

[outro]
you can’t run from the truth shawdy, you feel me?
i gotta be me, and f-ck what anybody else think man
i’m back to having fun on you n-ggas

- rich homie quan

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