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Rich Homie Quan

No Hook

 

No Hook

(album: I Go In On Every Song - 2012)


I'm in this bitch puttin on like you supposed to be
Louie V linen all over me
He got the platinum car hub I got the golden key
Bitch I ball no dupree
Black Ray Bans on like I'm James Bond
Swear yo hoe was a ton of fun
One shot kill a nigga with the golden gun
Put the rich in the front just to know this quan

Got a L.A. plug
Who be goin dumb
Smoke till the kush
Overload my lungs
Dropped ten under there so the motor run.
Stupid coupe it roof translucent
Dueces, coolin everythang exclusive
Old skool, muthafuka sit up like a Dually

Most of you muthafukas really don't do it
Money my lyrics so I talk shit fluent-ly
And I am cleaner than you have ever been

And my bitch is a dime times ten
Speak french but I pay the hoe a yen
And now I'm out cause I just went in.

{Yo, that's how we do it in this bitch man
Floyalty over Royalty droppoin shit with no hooks
Rich Homie Quan given it to 'em
This shit ain't over
What you gonna do?}

I'm a break em for the spit popper
Wear trues cause they fit proper can't spell like a witch doctor
If I get locked up bond out on the same night cause I got big dollars

Audamar my wrist no tick tocker
5 star my bitch 5 star my clique got heat now chris bosh her
Yeah
I'm the superviser I'm bossed up
Referee I call shots
Sippin on my medication
I overdosed on them gucci shots
Speaking of shooters
I caught another body
I'm the shit no tissue
Like a port a potty
Hips wider than a field goal
And that ass dam
Shol' pokin out
Love a bitch with a ass like Beyonce
Feeling like Jay-Z in my galonte shades
That shit you saving ain't nothin really
Teezy spend that in one day
My fungshway cost you 1K
Tell a gun joke
Get some gun play
House party no kid in play
That's lil money that's billy ray

Haha

Fatto

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