SRBYM, Rich Homie Quan - Everywhere We Go lyrics
Rich Homie Quan [Dequantes Devontay Lamar] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[SRBYM, Rich Homie Quan - Everywhere We Go lyrics]
Rich Homie Baby okay she fine, sexy, all that
She might have left
But she return like a call back
Can't stand the lies
Therefore I'mma fall back she on third
On the way home and im hard like a ball bat
Her friend wanna fuck me, shame on you
X-Box 360 them hoes: I'mma run
A lil game on you (That Play)
I never fall in love
But i fell in love with that thang you do
(that tongue ring)
I'mma rapper baby and i can't sing it too
Everywhere I go, bitches call me a man whore
SRB What that YM stand for
Rich Homies the praying we'll fail you
They sweatin unless they sweaters
Let my patnah tell you (Curt)
Everywhere I go some bitches
Hollin bout my name
Tell them ho niggas pull over
Stay the fuck up out my lane
OOH, Everywhere I go I Keep a bad bitch nigga
They flashin, them some young rich niggas
And we get that shit like everywhere we
Go every-everywhere we go ayyooo Ayooo
Tell em what you bring about 50 bottles
(Yes we deep, uhhuh)
Bool Cool Blood getting burned, like a STD
Can't see you niggas like black shades
Doing 75 down Cascade
I Got bad bitches that bring that money
They selling pussy on backpage
Stick to me like a glue stick
We say Truu TV, that mean Truu shit
Her ass out, it's fat as fuck
But what you gone do for this True-fit
Keep alot of gas ho
(lot of gas) Grandaddy perfect
That stupid kush don't try to rob cause we
Don't play the radio (Cuba Gooding)
Sometimes niggas got so much to say
I can't get the shit out (Uhhuh)
This bitch right her so nasty
I'm bout to spit this shit out (Uhhuh)
Ain't nun of these bitches different
They do the same thang
Man im thanking bout gettin my name changed
I got one question
How the hell you get my number (Ion Know)
On some future shit
Pulled yo bitch in my pajamas (Yeaa Yeaa)
A nigga gone hate, and a bitch gone hate but
The numbers ain't gone lie (I Know)
Her heart gone break and the nigga gone skate
Fuck it, cause I ain't your guy
And I ain't gone flex on you
I'mma spend a check on you
I'mma feel that neck on you
How the hell you get mad when a nigga gettin
Bad when a ho want the best for you
I love getting money
Addicted to the shit I need help
(That's Right 2)
I assisted the coach cause I'mma team player
Woke up this morning, clock said 10: 10
Cheated on her with her friend
And fucked her friend friend
She got them bands
She stay grabbin her purse (Gucci)
Them bitches screaming my name like a
Name tag on my shirt
She might have left
But she return like a call back
Can't stand the lies
Therefore I'mma fall back she on third
On the way home and im hard like a ball bat
Her friend wanna fuck me, shame on you
X-Box 360 them hoes: I'mma run
A lil game on you (That Play)
I never fall in love
But i fell in love with that thang you do
(that tongue ring)
I'mma rapper baby and i can't sing it too
Everywhere I go, bitches call me a man whore
SRB What that YM stand for
Rich Homies the praying we'll fail you
They sweatin unless they sweaters
Let my patnah tell you (Curt)
Everywhere I go some bitches
Hollin bout my name
Tell them ho niggas pull over
Stay the fuck up out my lane
OOH, Everywhere I go I Keep a bad bitch nigga
They flashin, them some young rich niggas
And we get that shit like everywhere we
Go every-everywhere we go ayyooo Ayooo
Tell em what you bring about 50 bottles
(Yes we deep, uhhuh)
Bool Cool Blood getting burned, like a STD
Can't see you niggas like black shades
Doing 75 down Cascade
I Got bad bitches that bring that money
They selling pussy on backpage
Stick to me like a glue stick
We say Truu TV, that mean Truu shit
Her ass out, it's fat as fuck
But what you gone do for this True-fit
Keep alot of gas ho
(lot of gas) Grandaddy perfect
That stupid kush don't try to rob cause we
Don't play the radio (Cuba Gooding)
Sometimes niggas got so much to say
I can't get the shit out (Uhhuh)
This bitch right her so nasty
I'm bout to spit this shit out (Uhhuh)
Ain't nun of these bitches different
They do the same thang
Man im thanking bout gettin my name changed
I got one question
How the hell you get my number (Ion Know)
On some future shit
Pulled yo bitch in my pajamas (Yeaa Yeaa)
A nigga gone hate, and a bitch gone hate but
The numbers ain't gone lie (I Know)
Her heart gone break and the nigga gone skate
Fuck it, cause I ain't your guy
And I ain't gone flex on you
I'mma spend a check on you
I'mma feel that neck on you
How the hell you get mad when a nigga gettin
Bad when a ho want the best for you
I love getting money
Addicted to the shit I need help
(That's Right 2)
I assisted the coach cause I'mma team player
Woke up this morning, clock said 10: 10
Cheated on her with her friend
And fucked her friend friend
She got them bands
She stay grabbin her purse (Gucci)
Them bitches screaming my name like a
Name tag on my shirt