| I know I fucked up, shorty
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| Forgive me
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| You know what I’m saying?
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| Not for the mistakes
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| But for who I am, I know I fucked up and cannot bring it back
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| Thank the Lord for where I’m at because I came up with no cash
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| They went from bando to the bondos, you would think I’m moving crack
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| I got dineros, I got hundros in this dummy-ass Louis bag
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| Every day that I wake up a nigga never ever scared
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| I thank God when I wake up ‘cause a nigga could’ve been dead
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| Like a certified barber, I got money on your head
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| Hey listen
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| Money under the mattress, chopper under my bed
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| Tyler Perry, y’all acting, y’all niggas be playin'
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| I stopped fucking with the packages, too many of y’all feds
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| I know I gotta die anyway, big ol' trust fund for my kids
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| I need some ear plugs for my ears (Why Quan?)
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| These niggas ain’t talking 'bout shit, these days, for real
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| Can’t trust these niggas just like eBay, no deal
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| House so big on a hill
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| Couch in the room where I live, I heard your girl got skills
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| With her mouth and her tongue, yeah, but I can’t judge her
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| I ain’t like others, girl (Baby I’m different)
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| Show me where’s your heart, I’ll give you everything, don’t creep on me
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| Had to wake they ass up, at first they would sleep on me
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| But for who I am, I know I fucked up and cannot bring it back
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| Thank the Lord for where I’m at because I came up with no cash
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| They went from bando to the bondos, you would think I’m moving crack
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| I got dineros, I got hundros in this dummy-ass Louis bag
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| Every day that I wake up a nigga never ever scared
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| I thank God when I wake up ‘cause a nigga could’ve been dead
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| Like a certified barber, I got money on your head
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| Hey listen
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| Now I’m back like I left something
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| I ain’t left nothing but my head in between her legs (Ugh), Quan nasty
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| Give it to me, I ain’t askin', for the pussy I’m an addict
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| I can’t hear what you saying like a jail call, too much static
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| Treat the bitch like a throwaway ‘cause you know the lil hoe trashy
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| She telling me she wanna go away, but she know a young nigga ain’t havin' it
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| S I T H, I swear my
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| She grew up with no father figure, that’s why she call me Daddy
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| She ain’t worried 'bout a lame nigga, he a has been
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| She swearing that she bad, nigga, bitch you average
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| I ain’t tryin' to share ya if I can’t have ya
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| I shoot you in your face before I back stab ya
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| Hm, hold on, wait
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| But for who I am, I know I fucked up and cannot bring it back
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| Thank the Lord for where I’m at because I came up with no cash
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| They went from bando to the bondos, you would think I’m moving crack
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| I got dineros, I got hundros in this dummy-ass Louis bag
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| Every day that I wake up a nigga never ever scared
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| I thank God when I wake up ‘cause a nigga could’ve been dead
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| Like a certified barber, I got money on your head
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| Hey listen |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Who I Am , by - Rich Homie Quan. Song from the album ABTA: Still Going In, Vol. 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп