Testo Free - Rich Homie Quan
Testo della canzone Free (Rich Homie Quan), tratta dall'album Forever Goin In
F-R-double-E me, I'm free (Free)
No piano club, call it twenty for a key (Twenty)
Bank money, got a light thirty on me (Thirty)
Over lit nigga, still doin' it for C
(Rest in peace CMoney, my brother)
Still want twenty plus, nigga, for a walk in
(The ho left me, so why would I love her?)
The bitch left me home alone like
Macaulay Culkin (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm the biggest to walk in (Walk, walk)
We don't save hoes, Clark Klent (Hell nah)
Diamonds white like Charleston (Bling, blaow)
We don't talk, we don't bargain (Nah, nigga)
Her period late, she tarty (Damn)
I pulled up in the foreign (Skrrt)
Besides the head, she borin' (Old lame-ass nigga)
I left some money on the nightstand and told her
I'll be back by the mornin'" (I'll be back by the mornin')
60K for a show, no tourin'
I hear niggas talkin' slick on the door Ring
I was on the codeine, that morphine
And I started kickin' doors at fourteen
Cuz started sellin' dope for two days
Swear to God, next week, he had more fiends (On God)
I feel so free, the money don't even excite me no more
Can't even for-life her no more
She don't even like me no more
I feel so free
I ain't gotta lie to her no more (Nah)
She ain't gotta cry to me no more (Nope)
I'm finally free, spell it out
F-R-double-E me, I'm free (Free)
No piano club, call it twenty for a key (Twenty)
Bank money, got a light thirty on me (Thirty)
Over lit nigga, still doin' it for C
(Rest in peace CMoney, my brother)
Still want twenty plus, nigga, for a walk in
(The ho left me, so why would I love her?)
The bitch left me home alone like Macaulay Culkin
I ain't trickin' off on no bitch just to get my hoes back (Rich Homie)
Everybody wanna be the reaper 'til you get your soul snatched
Draco make a nigga shoulder mad
It hit so hard, I need shoulder pads (Fah, fah)
Throwback Thursday, white tee shirt, baggy jeans, and a soldier RFT?
Hit him in the head, had to close the casket
Nigga tried to press me, so I throwed it past him
(That's right too, nigga)
Nigga slow as molasses, high as fuck when I was goin' to classes
(I was high as fuck)
I was young and tryna get some money, I remember mowin' the grasses
(I had to hustle, nigga)
Me and Dre was wearin' each other's clothes, boy
That shit was so embarrassin' (Look at me now)
I was catchin' plays on the double up, nigga
Marvin Harrison (Had to go double up)
She tried to trap me with a baby
The bitch was so hilarious (Hahaha)
Ha, and I bought mama a house
For the nine months she carried me (Tammie)
I swallowed my pride got rid of my feelings and buried 'em
Spell it out
F-R-double-E me, I'm free (Free)
No piano club, call it twenty for a key (Twenty)
Bank money, got a light thirty on me (Thirty)
Over lit nigga, still doin' it for C
(Rest in peace CMoney, my brother)
Still want twenty plus, nigga, for a walk in
(The ho left me, so why would I love her?)
The bitch left me home alone like Macaulay Culkin
Credits
Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Dequantes Devontay Lamar, Taejon Enriquez
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