Lyrics of Come And Go by Rich Homie Quan
Real nigga don′t talk he just do it you know what i mean
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A real killer he gone kill you and won't tell a soul
Pulled up in thaf fanta thought they saw a ghost
Boy you in yo feelings I′ll tell you so
Took off on these niggas get a telescope
Boy I got some issues I can't tell a soul
My post they come and go
Do play for Keith can't trust these niggas get your money first
Rich homie baby real nigga over here baby (over here)
Real nigga over here (money first) rich homie baby yeah
Real nigga over here baby (over here) real figues overe here baby
(Over here) play with my money will kill niggas over here baby
Kinda figured homies when I deal with it over here baby
(This rich homie baby) this that Polo (who) hill figure over here baby
(Ralph Loren) 3 or 4 hoes I usually got over here baby
(What cha talking bout quan) hold my paint brushes ima paint yo picture
Clips baby (oooh yea)
You gone crash and these head lights over here baby
The difference between and you is you can′t go get her baby
And I won′t try you I'd salute my lady
Ima probably watch you go crazy probably cought you today
After I got threw with you you like a bad habit I need some new to do
A real killer he gone kill you and won′t tell a soul
Pulled up in that fanta thought they saw a ghost
Boy you in yo feelings I'll tell you soo
Took of on these niggas get a telescope
Boy I got some issues I can′t tell a soul
My post made official who I meet her too
Don't loose sleep boud these bitchea cause they come and go
Don′t mess with Keith don't trust these niggas get your money first
Rich homie baby get your money first
Family shake I put my homie 3rd
And pray for these blessing
They that boy first
Free my nigga chicken
Pulled up on a cruve
Turned up on them niggas
Love purple hurb
Burnt up on them niggas
Love switching girls
Turn up on them bitches
Im on that roll and riches
But sense yo hoe assistant
Navigation baby
Make her throw ans get it
Say real nigga don't talk he just be about it
And im keeping labels on hoes yeah I see them coming
You seen em firat on the inside of my me J
Go get a direct fuck yo secret yeah
A real killer he gone kill you and wont tell a soul
Pulled up in that fanta thought they saw a ghost
Boy you in yo feelings I′ll tell you soo
Took off on deys niggas get a telescope
Boy I got some issues I can′t tell a soul
My postal made official who I meet though
Don't leave sleep boud these bitches cause they come and go
Don′t play with Keith fuck these niggas get your money first
I swear I took off took off took off fuck you mean
Rich homie baby I say I took off took off took off
Yeah i swear I took off
Writer(s): 0, Quintavis Russell
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I Promise I Will Never Stop Going In (Deluxe Edition)
Album • 2014 • 16 tracks
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