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Testo Who I Am - Rich Homie Quan

Testo della canzone Who I Am (Rich Homie Quan), tratta dall'album Abta

But fuck who I am
I know I fucked up and cannot bring it back
Thank the lord for where I'm at because I came up with no cash
Went from bando to the mondo, you would think I'm moving crack
I got dineros, I got hunchos in this dummy ass Louis bag
Everyday that I wake up a nigga never ever scared
I thank god when I wake up cause a nigga could've been dead
Like a certified barber, I got money on your head
Money under the mattress, chopper under my bed
Tyler Perry, y'all acting, y'all niggas be playing
Start fucking with the packages, too many y'all feds
I know I got to die anyway, big old trust fund for my kids
I need some earplugs for my ears
These niggas ain't talking bout shit these days, for real
Can't trust these niggas just like Ebay, no deal
House so big on the hill, cops in the room where I live
I heard your girl got skills, with her mouth and her tongue filled
But I can't judge you girl, I ain't like others, scared
Trust me with your heart, I give you everything, don't creep on me
Had to wake they ass up, at first they was sleep on me
But fuck who I am
I know I fucked up and cannot bring it back
Thank the lord for where I'm at because I came up with no cash
Went from bando to the mondo, you would think I'm moving crack
I got dineros, I got hunchos in this dummy ass Louis bag
Everyday that I wake up a nigga never ever scared
I thank god when I wake up cause a nigga could've been dead
Like a certified barber, I got money on your head
Now I'm back, I got a lesson
I ain't left nothing but my head in between her legs
Quan nasty, give it to me, I ain't asking
For the pussy, I'm a addict
I can't hear what you saying, like a jail call, too much static
Treat the bitch like a throwaway, cause you know the lil ho trashy
She telling me she wanna go away, but you know a young nigga having it
SRT8 truck, I swear my new fast shit
She grew up with no father figure, that's why she call me daddy
She ain't worried bout her last nigga, he a has been
She swear that she bad nigga, but you average
I ain't tryna share you, if I can't have you
I shoot you in your baby boy, I backstab you
But fuck who I am
I know I fucked up and cannot bring it back
Thank the lord for where I'm at because I came up with no cash
Went from bando to the mondo, you would think I'm moving crack
I got dineros, I got hunchos in this dummy ass Louis bag
Everyday that I wake up a nigga never ever scared
I thank god when I wake up cause a nigga could've been dead
Like a certified barber, I got money on your head



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Writer(s): Richard Sambora, Martin Frederiksen
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