Testo Ran Off - Rich Homie Quan
Testo della canzone Ran Off (Rich Homie Quan), tratta dall'album Dt Spacely Made This
This about real homie man
You know I know I done did fucked up shit
But y'all ain't give a fuck about it
This to the streets
Ran off with that money, yeah yeah
Ran off with that dummy, yeah yeah
Fucking hoes on a Monday, yeah yeah
Thursday, Friday and Sunday, yeah yeah
I'm gon' keep gettin' money on these niggas just like yeah yeah
I'm gon' keep fuckin' these niggas bitches just like yeah yeah
Gotta know the opposite of no is always gon' be yeah yeah
And I ain't gon' never stop gettin' to
The money, boy you know I swear swear
I just bought me a brand new Rolex from Icebox, I swear
I ain't even walked in the club yet and I already sold out the bar
I used to smoke nothin' but Swishers, now I roll my weed in the Raw
Ass so fat I ain't have no condom, boy I had to hit that raw
But you gotta know a nigga like me pulled
Out and I went straight for the mouth
I just wan' hold her potato
If I leave that pussy red I call it tomato
Hidin' right under the bed 'cause her daddy crazy
I rep the five like a motherfuckin' nickel baby
Made a little extra money, just real estate
Tomorrow I promise I gotta die anyway
I done made a whole lotta money
I done seen a whole lotta people
I had to stack up, ain't it
My first car was a rental
Pull up in that 45' SVR
The average nigga gon' hate me 'cause you know he wanna be us, forreal
I want to touch her, she wouldn't let me
I want to fuck her, she just neglect me
I want to love her, I want to wife her
I want to walk her, down that aisle
Your daddy gave me permission, your mama wouldn't wanna listen
Your brother can't stand my guts but your sister, she love my pimpin'
She don't know that her friend so freaky
She don't know that they really love it
She might as well fuck with me
Instead of a chicken nugget, I got chicken tenders for ya
Ayy, where that ratchet baby?
We can fuck up the mall, girl let's ball, like a cancer patient
Hate when a nigga be lyin', boy you talkin' and it aggravate me
My best friend play baseball in the outfield the way he catchin' bases
That just mean I be meditatin'
Icebox put me on game, told me a lot of these jewels are fake
I know that your Rollie fake, look at your wrist, that shit outdated
Uh, once watch bustas catch it, you can't hide it, ain't no secret
Might as well give the shit away '
Cause ain't no point in tryna keep it
All of my niggas bleedin', that dog food, I feed it
To my soldiers, to my young niggas, I told ya
Get to clappin' shit, I don't know ya
I ain't dappin' you if I don't know ya
I got ten bands, saran wrap, in a Toyota, nigga
Ran off with that money, yeah yeah
Ran off with that dummy, yeah yeah
Fucking hoes on a Monday, yeah yeah
Thursday, Friday and Sunday, yeah yeah
I'm gon' keep gettin' money on these niggas just like yeah yeah
I'm gon' keep fuckin' these niggas bitches just like yeah yeah
Gotta know the opposite of no is always gon' be yeah yeah
And I ain't gon' never stop gettin' to
The money, boy you know I swear swear
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Writer(s): Singleton
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