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rich homie quan - type of way (official remix) كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: jeezy]
cut the tens, fold the twenty’s, stack the fifty’s, stack the hundreds (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
real talk, on god, gettin’ paper (it’s tha world, n-gga)
the bullsh-t gon’ stop when my new album drop (yeah, yeah, w-ssup)
on god, silence all of you haters (let’s go~!)
my life’s a video, i change clothes ’bout three times a day (daaamn!)
jackie robinson, i might just ball my life away (ha-ha!)
you know i’m feelin’ like a star, its a givenchy day (givenchy)
she got the halle berry face and that ashanti waist (yeah, yeah, yeah, let’s go!)
they like, jeezle why they hatin’? they feel some type of way (some type of way)
when you the sh-t, gon’ be some fly’s, i just might need the spray (spray n-gga)
they wanna k!ll me in my sleep just like i’m mike, okay (i’m mike okay)
they didn’t learn that night, you best believe they learned today (that’s right!)
its funny n-ggas, kevin hart (kevin hart), i don’t pay ’em no mind (nah)
went to save me the translator (translator), i done told n-ggas i’m fine
-ss-ssinate my character, you f-ck n-ggas should get fined for that
f-ck you and your feelings n-gga, ain’t n0body got time for that (ha-ha!)

[chorus: rich homie quan]
that car i’m driving make you feel some type of way
that custom breitling make you feel some type of way
this b-tch i’m with got me feelin’ some type a way
is it because my homies rich you feel some type of way?
some type of way, make you feel some type of way
heard she wana f-ck me, know you feel some type of way
mr. ceo is what my t-tle say
me and my homies g’d your ho, he feel some type of way

[verse 2: rich homie quan]
okay, some type of way it made the billboard, mama (it did, mama)
i know you feel some type of way about my come up (i know you do)
i told her in the nicest way i ain’t want her number (get back)
my n-gga drake said some type of way the hit of the summer
my pistol still bustin’, i don’t care bout nothin’
won’t remember none of this sh-t when i wake up (i won’t remember)
that percocet on my -ss (hah), and i done had a couple xan
my eyelids bout to close, i’m tryna stay up
i’m still reppin’ my clique baby
rich homie forever ho, i gotta stay (i do)
name another super hero with a flyer cape (where he at?)
you sold your soul for some money, that’s the price you pay (you dumb, n-gga)
three shows a night, that’s a 60k type of day
s-m-h, l-o-l (hah), smiley face (hahaha)
first cl-ss, r. kelly, ’bout to fly away (let’s go!)
and i still got that hideaway, that my private place (rich homie)
i know you feel some type of way
about my

[pre-chorus: rich homie quan]
my n-ggas been hustlin’ trying to make him something
ain’t no telling what he’ll do for the paper
soufflé
i’m straight, i steak my plate
sade, i’m a smooth operator

[chorus: rich homie quan]
(i drop the top of my whip baby!)
that car i’m driving make you feel some type of way
that custom breitling make you feel some type of way
this b-tch i’m with got me feelin’ some type a way
is it because my homies rich you feel some type of way?
some type of way, make you feel some type of way
heard she wana f-ck me, know you feel some type of way
mr. ceo is what my t-tle say
me and my homies g’d your ho, he feel some type of way

[verse 3: meek mill]
okay, i popped a n-gga chick (okay), and he feel some type of way (he do)
started talkin’ dirty about me (talkin’ dirty), popped up dead right away (like brrrt)
sixteen to his body (he gone), twice in the head [?]
and i dont f-ck with no new n-ggas (no no), if they ain’t from around the way (turn up!)
so my n-ggas, my n-ggas don’t rock like that til my young n-gga snupe got popped like that (got dropped like that)
i got guap like that, n-gga throw a shot here, get shot right back like (pow!)
rari let the top go back (skrrt), you ain’t even know i like rocko back
getting to the money ’til its off in a r-colored phone
cole world, where the tacos at (oh lord)
n-ggas selling ‘caine over here, all black rain mulsanne over here
all these n-ggas have things over there, it’s a drought my n-gga, make it rain over there (walah, walah)
respect the connect to wi-fi
with birdy, we playin’ bye bye, you f-ck around get clapped n-gga high five
cause my

[outro: rich homie quan]
(my n-gga.. i drop the top of my whip baby!)
(i’m shining ho)

- rich homie quan

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