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lirik lagu rich homie quan - swerved off

[intro: rich homie quan]
(arjun made a wave) swear

[chorus: rich homie quan]
(woo) i pulled up in somethin’ you can’t even find like they retired it (skrrt)
all that cap you sellin’, what the f~ck i look like buyin’ it? (ayy)
one thing ’bout rich homie, he love some p~ssy, but he won’t die in it (on god)
i stopped poppin’ percs, they had my nerves off (ayy)
i pulled up, then swerved off (skrrt)
i was so f~cked up on that drank, i couldn’t even get a word out (i mean word off)
i heard ya, i been talkin’ ’bout sh~t that don’t even concern ya (lame~ass n~gga)
how you try to bite the hand that feeds ya, knowin’ i used to serve ya?

[verse 1: rich homie quan]
bird call, brr, yeah that chopper get to spittin’ in here (ayy)
picture him takin’ the stand when he ain’t never snitched on him (never)
kitchen closed, uncle cookin’ dope like fish and grits in here (ayy, unc’)
got a couple hoes in detroit like white boy rick in here (quatro)
wet him up, beware that caution sign or you might slip in here (fah, fah)
french tips, keep them nails did incase you grip on him (big brother)
four hoes think we go together, he got a lil’ pimp in him (for four)
.40 on my waist, don’t be surprised you see a lil’ limp on him (woo)
know his favorite color blue, i knew he had a lil’ crip in him (on god)
bullets ain’t got no name on ’em, n~gga, it could be him or them
make your face eat concrete when i stomp you in these timberlands (stomp)
f~ck around, make this chopper deport your ass like an immigrant (on god)
independent, let the label cut, they tried to limit me
the vows off, i bet this pistol on me change your energy (don’t try me)
multi~millionaire, stacked it so high, i ain’t no penny pincher (got m’s)
shootin’ at the bulletproof ’cause we know ain’t nothin’ gettin’ in (brrah)
[chorus: rich homie quan & sk!lla baby]
(woo) i pulled up in somethin’ you can’t even find like they retired it (skrrt)
all that cap you sellin’, what the f~ck i look like buyin’ it? (ayy)
one thing ’bout rich homie, he love some p~ssy, but he won’t die in it (on god)
i stopped poppin’ percs, they had my nerves off (ayy)
i pulled up, then swerved off (skrrt)
i was so f~cked up on that drank, i couldn’t even get a word out (i mean word off)
i heard ya, i been talkin’ ’bout sh~t that don’t even concern ya (lame~ass n~gga)
how you try to bite the hand that feeds ya, knowin’ i used to serve ya? (huh?)

[verse 2: sk!lla baby]
whip that dope up with that richie on my arm (huh?)

young, handsome, and fine (huh?), louis coat cost me a dime
i be runnin’ laps around these poor~ass n~ggas without tryin’ (huh?)
won’t call 911, but drive a 911 (911)
gotta keep your shoes clean when you out here steppin’ (when you out here steppin’)
keep that pistol on me, can’t be out here naked (huh?)
put my dogs on that n~gga, they gon’ go and fetch him (huh?)
got rich when i was twenty~three (got rich when i was twenty~three)
put that sh~t on every day, who comin’ trim as me? (who comin’ trim as me?)
if this rap sh~t don’t work, i know how to flip a key (huh?)
these n~ggas tryna be me (huh?), these b~tches dyin’ to see me (huh?)

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