โหลดเพลง mp3 Str8 - Rich Homie Quan

Str8 - Rich Homie Quan
I've been havin' so much on my mind lately I can't even think straight

Grip that motherf**kin' pistol so tight like a motherf**kin' firm handshake

I don't believe in anything on everything 'cause a lot y'all niggas lyin' these days

I see baby my boys I know it may seem hard but
I gotta make sure family straight

Rich homie baby
Sometimes it feels like they don't even care about me

I was vulnerable and lonely the whole 15 months I was in Dekalb county
All blue cutlass call it Carolina
I ain't talkin' no you need a pacifier
I make her swallow and suck on this pacifier
I'll make a story up just to catch a liar
'Cause I do not want that around me
I'm from east Atlanta residing Fulton county
Eat that p**sy like a edible yeah brownie
So when I eat it I get high
Hope you not shy keep on the lights
Growing up it was different every night
No steak it was just chicken or rice
Still send traps for the mice
Lot of niggas 'round me yeah they snakes

Keep the grass cut don't be late
Made the money but never changed
I'm tired of holdin' niggas on their fame
Made a promise told momma she can get a new house

Basketball money momma she gon' need a new couch
A lot of places to hide these money I can't think
Where to put at ay where to put at
I just might need to spend it
I've been havin' so much on my mind lately I can't even think straight

Grip that motherf**kin' pistol so tight like a motherf**kin' firm handshake

I don't believe in anything on everything 'cause a lot y'all niggas lyin' these days

I see my baby boys I know it may seem hard but
I gotta make sure family straight
Gladis said sit back don't talk pay attention
Listen before talk don't talk before listen
Muhammad Ali I got barely some gift
Niggas play roles yeah they actin' and scripted
I might pour up some more act in my kidney
Might hit my ex 'cause my main hoe is trippin'
Shoot at yo' hat 'cause my cane is
Shot at yo' leg hit yo' ankle you limpin'
Pullin' back up with my ni**a my ni**a
Pistol tucked down by my dick in my zipper
Alcohol bullets they eatin' yo' liver
For my dick make her pull up make her deliver
I done worked too hard to go back to where I came from
They say I changed but I feel like I'm still the same Quan
Control these niggas' powers and they cut the game on
Block all these haters and put a tour on for the same ones
I've been havin' so much on my mind lately I can't even think straight

Grip that motherf**kin' pistol so tight like a motherf**kin' firm handshake

I don't believe in anything on everything 'cause a lot y'all niggas lyin' these days
I see baby my boys I know it may seem hard but
I gotta make sure family straight
You gotta make sure family straight
If ain't nobody straight after that make sure yo' dog straight

You know what I'm sayin'

Keep them mice far away from you

Cause rats are not good

You know cats eat those and I'ma big dog
Rich homie