Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Probation, artist - Rich Homie Quan. Album song Coma, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 12.12.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: RAIS
Song language: English
Probation |
Pray my don’t get that call 'cause she gon' smell it on my piss |
And my bitch know I’ve been fucking she can smell it on my dick |
I ain’t gotta take no picture with money you can tell a nigga rich |
Pay ten for this jacket in Milan look at the leather on this bitch |
Look at that Plain Jane he got on now look at the bezzle on my shit |
If I can’t get her nigga I don’t want her but never settle over no bitch |
I ain’t never fell in love with no bitch who ain’t have my back like I had hers |
Shorty show me mad love, step into the bag for her |
I’ve been counting up for so long my finger get cramps |
I got that water tucked under my shirt my shit getting dim |
And I know my bitch ain’t pregnant she was having cramps |
I don’t know none of these niggas over here but I’m gonna adapt |
trap to a cash room, setting up shop in a bathroom |
Just like a you bad news, everything around me cash rules |
Talk to broke nigga I can pop it I just made a deposit I was with my dead dude |
Don’t give me no respond if I ain’t ask you, naw little nigga I got her back too |
A rich nigga still eating fast food, dish with a little can food |
Too rich to vacay to Cancun, I would’ve wifed her but she ran through |
Shooters on go when the van moves, I’m a stand up guy need a standing ovation |
I smoke too much I don’t know why I took a pee for probation |
Pray my P.O. |
don’t get that call 'cause she gon' smell it on my piss |
And my bitch know I’ve been fucking she can smell it on my dick |
I ain’t gotta take no picture with money you can tell a nigga rich |
Pay ten for this jacket in Milan look at the leather on this bitch |
Look at that Plain Jane he got on now look at the bezzle on my shit |
If I can’t get her nigga I don’t want her but never settle over no bitch |
I ain’t never fell in love with no bitch who ain’t have my back like I had hers |
Shorty show me mad love, step into the bag for her |
on my look at all this Louie we just bought |
Lawyer on retainer hope my shooter don’t get trialed |
Heard that dope just locked up watch me loose it with this fork |
Need me to pull some strings I get acoustic with that guitar |
Run it up, run it up, run it up |
Then run in that thot bih raw |
Count it up, count it up, count it up |
Boy I done fucked around and lost my count |
Forensic can’t get no DNA but they outlined him in chalk |
Keep ya mouth closed |
That’s the G code, take a nigga hoe, yeah repo |
The GPS lost with a, can’t tell a op week long |
A nigga get popped home, cut the light out we gon' creep slow |
And I pray my probation officer don’t hear this song |
Pray my P.O. |
don’t get that cup 'cause she gon' smell it on my piss |
And my bitch know I’ve been fucking she can smell it on my dick |
I ain’t gotta take no picture with money you can tell a nigga rich |
Pay ten for this jacket in Milan look at the leather on this bitch |
Look at that Plain Jane he got on now look at the bezzle on my shit |
If I can’t get her nigga I don’t want her but never settle over no bitch |
I ain’t never fell in love with no bitch who ain’t have my back like I had hers |
Shorty show me mad love, step into the bag for her |