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rich homie quan - even score كلمات الأغنية

[chorus]
ayy, all in this b_tch, i’ll break your heart
she gon’ f_ck whenever i want
boy, she treat me just like god (boy, she treat me like a god)
ayy, all my tattoos cover my scars
around my chest, i gotta guard
’cause i don’t trust you with my heart (i can’t trust you, i don’t trust you)
ayy, i been stackin’ it since i started
i can’t fit it in my wallet
i been spendin’ ’cause i’m bored (yeah, yeah, baby)
and they tried to ignore what had happened to they boy
it’s no longer even score

[verse 1]
i wouldn’t take the stage if you put a gun to my head (nah)
you can’t stop this war, been too blood done been shed (on god)
you brought a knife to a gun fight, run if you scared (run, n_gga, run)
don’t even trust my b_tch sometimes, so a gun in my bed (swear)
they came into my house, they flipped my mattress, but wasn’t no racks in there (true story)
how they miss the money? you would’ve thought them n_ggas had map in there (dumb_ass n_gga)
i turned off the heater, b_tch, had to cut the fire on (it hot)
i ain’t worried really ’bout nothin’ long as i got my firearm (fah, fah)
i ain’t jumpin’ in that p_ssy if i don’t got no tire on (rubber)
i’ma ride for my brother, i don’t give a d_mn he right or wrong (dre)
uh, p_ssy_ass n_gga could never be in my business, we don’t hire those (never)
who want smoke with me? lil’ n_gga, i’m wherever the fire goes (homie)
[chorus]
(yeah) ayy (ayy), all in this b_tch, i’ll break your heart
she gon’ f_ck whenever i want
boy, she treat me just like god (boy, she treat me like a god)
ayy, all my tattoos cover my scars
around my chest, i gotta guard
’cause i don’t trust you with my heart (i can’t trust you, i don’t trust you)
ayy, i been stackin’ it since i started
i can’t fit it in my wallet
i been spendin’ ’cause i’m bored (yeah, yeah, baby)
and they tried to ignore what had happened to they boy
it’s no longer even score

[verse 2]
chandelier on my wrist, i went the patek way (i went the patek way)
this patek number three, i’m playin’ patty cake (with the philippe, though)
ayy, ran it up on my haters, got ’em aggravated (they mad at me)
ayy, i protect the paper like it’s laminated
we in vegas, we f_ckin’ on hoes, we gon’ gamble later (sit down)
i count numbers well, nothin’ low when it’s math related (that money)
all the presidents in my pocket used to be fat in they faces (old fat_ass n_gga)
mama love me like she did when i used to rap in that bas_m_nt (oh, mama)
two hundred thousand every time i walk out the house, i ain’t comin’ out basic (ain’t comin’)
i send that backend when i get there, i don’t like runnin’ out of paitience (ain’t runnin’)
i told my n_ggas it’s no competition, we ain’t runnin’ no races (oh, nah)
get your bag, i’ma let my money do my conversatin’ (rich homie)
[chorus]
(yeah) ayy (ayy), all in this b_tch, i’ll break your heart
she gon’ f_ck whenever i want
boy, she treat me just like god (boy, she treat me like a god)
ayy, all my tattoos cover my scars
around my chest, i gotta guard
’cause i don’t trust you with my heart (i can’t trust you, i don’t trust you)
ayy, i been stackin’ it since i started
i can’t fit it in my wallet
i been spendin’ ’cause i’m bored (yeah, yeah, baby)
and they tried to ignore what had happened to they boy
it’s no longer even score (oh)

- rich homie quan

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