Rich Homie Quan - Gym lyrics
Rich Homie Quan [Dequantes Devontay Lamar] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Rich Homie Quan - Gym lyrics]
Gucci got it going on
Bout to roll one a mile long
Walking through Hell with gasoline drawers on
Niggas saying the 'wop falling off
They got me all wrong
Bullshit on top of bullshit, it get piled on
I'm a OG, you better get your child
Take your child home
You'll be long gone, all gone
No one to call on
Big diamonds on my bezel
Damn near bigger than rhinestones
GuWop, 1017, 'nother milestone!
(Hello, hello, hello, I'm
Painting everything red, no more yellow
I'm pulling double headers
Wish I never met her
Rihanna, Umbrella, Gucci,
I'm like "fuck a Cinderella")
Puchanella, Puchanella wearing
Cashmere sweater
This year I'm doing better so
My paint mo' wetter
And she can't trick you less you let her
My Jordans patent leather
I want your bitch, I go get her, smashed her
Now can't get rid her
Puchanella, Puchanella, give me that pussy
Don't let up
I chase that paper, don't let up
Kiss that little girl one time
Then I'll never let her let up
Kiss that little baby one fucking time
Then I'll never let up
100k spent on my rings
100k spent on my jeans
100k spent on my, 100k, throwed on her spleen
100k, fucked all her team, 100k spent on her
100k spray through my team, we chase paper
Charlie Sheen
I guess them bezzie, my wife
Done slaughtered them
I'm not Casino but I just
Be killing it, killing it, killing it
The bitch say she wanna fuck on
Young Thug because he the real-i-est
Ah! Bitch, I'm attending the party
These niggas are jeal-i-ous
I done po'd a eight inside a fo', I'm po'd
(slow up)
I done spent my last thousand with mojo
I'm so easy to rob, I'm always at the store
I could treat her like cray cause
I keep big ol' bowls
Ah, she got that "come back"
She got that "hum tam"
She got that Bill Clinton, she got that YSL
She got that "sk
Bout to roll one a mile long
Walking through Hell with gasoline drawers on
Niggas saying the 'wop falling off
They got me all wrong
Bullshit on top of bullshit, it get piled on
I'm a OG, you better get your child
Take your child home
You'll be long gone, all gone
No one to call on
Big diamonds on my bezel
Damn near bigger than rhinestones
GuWop, 1017, 'nother milestone!
(Hello, hello, hello, I'm
Painting everything red, no more yellow
I'm pulling double headers
Wish I never met her
Rihanna, Umbrella, Gucci,
I'm like "fuck a Cinderella")
Puchanella, Puchanella wearing
Cashmere sweater
This year I'm doing better so
My paint mo' wetter
And she can't trick you less you let her
My Jordans patent leather
I want your bitch, I go get her, smashed her
Now can't get rid her
Puchanella, Puchanella, give me that pussy
Don't let up
I chase that paper, don't let up
Kiss that little girl one time
Then I'll never let her let up
Kiss that little baby one fucking time
Then I'll never let up
100k spent on my rings
100k spent on my jeans
100k spent on my, 100k, throwed on her spleen
100k, fucked all her team, 100k spent on her
100k spray through my team, we chase paper
Charlie Sheen
I guess them bezzie, my wife
Done slaughtered them
I'm not Casino but I just
Be killing it, killing it, killing it
The bitch say she wanna fuck on
Young Thug because he the real-i-est
Ah! Bitch, I'm attending the party
These niggas are jeal-i-ous
I done po'd a eight inside a fo', I'm po'd
(slow up)
I done spent my last thousand with mojo
I'm so easy to rob, I'm always at the store
I could treat her like cray cause
I keep big ol' bowls
Ah, she got that "come back"
She got that "hum tam"
She got that Bill Clinton, she got that YSL
She got that "sk