| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah)
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| Rich Homie Quan
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| (Reps Up, OVO)
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| Rich Homie Quan
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| (You already…)
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| Baby
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| All my niggas so hungry, man they just eat what they kill
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| I like convertible Bentleys and houses deep in the Hills
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| I might tell the whole crew come through
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| My squad gotta roll through come through
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| Tell the young high school kids keep dreamin'
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| Because they sure do come true
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| Then I say: this that fuckin' mob shit, this that fuckin' player shit
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| This that shake a bottle up and bust the top and spray the shit
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| Bitches gettin' dugout like where all the fuckin' players sit
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| And like you just got traded
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| Girl you don’t know who you’re playin' with
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| Aww yeah, aww yeah, my sound is what up right now
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| I’ve been down, but I’m up right now
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| Nigga been backstrokin' and breaststrokin'
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| Through that lane that you left open
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| Man I don’t give a fuck right now
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| Let a nigga swim in the pussy on the low
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| 'Bout to go drown in the cup right now, holla
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| I don’t know what it was about you
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| Like blue you left me without a clue
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| I pictured the fate, is it true?
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| 'Cause I tried to make this shit work
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| But it seems like you was in your feelings
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| You kept them hatin' bitches all in our business
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| But I just got one question, baby
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| Tell me why?
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| Started from the bottom like Drake said
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| You the type of nigga get robbed wanna play dead
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| My squad’ll kick in your door where that safe at
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| No Atari, games girl I don’t play that
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| If she broke I don’t acknowledge her, everything I say I follow up
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| What you talkin' 'bout? |
| Ummmm, Polo shirt, my collar up
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| Drippin' on these hoes
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| Ain’t by myself, it’s a lot of us
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| Made a little money, still ain’t got enough
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| And if you got a nigga dead, put your lighter up
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| Keep my eyes open, don’t say nothin'
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| Motor geeked up like a razor
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| You don’t know me, you must mistake me
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| For somebody else
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| But it’s somethin' about you that I fell in love with
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| Your ex nigga, fuck him
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| I had to tell her that
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| I don’t know what it was about you
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| Like blue you left me without a clue
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| I pictured the fate, is it true?
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| 'Cause I tried to make this shit work
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| But it seems like you was in your feelings
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| You kept them hatin' bitches all in our business
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| But I just got one question, baby
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| Tell me why?
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| Question, baby, tell me why
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| One question, baby, tell me why |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tell Me Why , by - Rich Homie Quan. Song from the album Its About Time, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп