| Aye I made an oath to my homies man
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| I told em they ain’t gotta hurt no more
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| And I told em that’s my word man
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| Rich homie baby, yeah!
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| They tell me make a wish
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| And I say whole thang
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| Give them folks my alias
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| And not my whole name
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| My cousin on my daddy side sell cocaine
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| Take off on that purple, call it soul plane
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| I get my blow from bone and ricky cause they dope the same
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| If you get locked up unpredicted then that ho to blame
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| Should of never let that bitch knew you was on the way
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| You can blow from out that sack if you keep your pokerface
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| Fuck that, break your shoulder blades
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| Whole trumph don’t throw ya spaides
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| Left my xbox in the water so I can soak the game
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| I heard yo lawyer blowed the case you need yo own help
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| Nigga you can’t do shit for me
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| Bitch I pay my own self
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| Home employed
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| My rich homies ain’t gotta work no more
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| They saying
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| I can’t put rich homies on my shirt no more
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| I got em paying fa my attention ain’t gone hurt before
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| Every chance I’m with em I tell my niggas that
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| We ain’t gone hurt no more yeah
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| I tell em we ain’t gone hurt no more yeah
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| We ain’t gone hurt no more
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| I tell em we ain’t gone hurt no more yeah
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| If you was thinking I was gone, I’m back baby
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| Hate picking up the phone, send a fax baby
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| I’m riding in a ghost call it pat swazy
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| Yo mama did dope while she was pregnant nigga you’s a crack baby
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| No keyboard but I’m backspacing
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| No precious I love fat faces
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| If it don’t make money then it don’t make sense
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| Rich homies they stank cause they on they shit
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| And ion get hit nigga I ain’t vick nigga
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| See I’m a rich nigga but I’ll spray spray spray
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| I got me six figures
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| My clique bigger than the KKK it’s a whole lotta us
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| You ain’t shit nigga we ain’t with nigga
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| You say you killed nigga but you ain’t killed niggas
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| I’m a real nigga
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| Lemme tell you how it is nigga
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| These niggas try to come in your face just to see what’s going on
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| And it be the same ones that take off when everything start going wrong
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| They say that lame bitch straight and she ain’t hurt fa nothing
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| That same nigga hating
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| Got em working fa me
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| Home employed
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| My rich homies ain’t gotta work no more
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| They saying
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| I can’t put rich homies on my shirt no more
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| I got em paying fa my attention ain’t gone hurt before
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| Every chance I’m with em I tell my niggas that
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| We ain’t gone hurt no more yeah
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| I tell em we ain’t gone hurt no more yeah
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| We ain’t gone hurt no more
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| I tell em we ain’t gone hurt no more yeah
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| We ain’t gone hurt no more yeah
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| We ain’t gone hurt no more
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| I tell em we ain’t gone hurt no more |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sleep No Mo , by - Rich Homie Quan. Song from the album I Go In On Every Song, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп