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Ayoo (Reloaded Version)

๐Ÿ‘ค Rich Homie Quan โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ Still Goin In - Reloaded โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 3:13
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โฑ๏ธ 3:13 duration
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๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

We get it every day yo
3 Apartments, 2 houses
Got whole bags, plug ounces, money in the couches
And a hitman on my payroll
He'll shoot at you for me
Then peel off in that coupe for me
I'm usually in the trap bumping like ayyoo
I got your bitch talking like ayyoo
Everywhere I go them folks like ayyoo
I got your bitch talking like
I got your bitch walking like

If you pop from a breakfast time eat you baby
And I'm fly, 275 peter baby
I be at your spot but don't confuse me with no cheater baby
Highly on the block so how can I not be the greatest
And I see them faces
King and king we beat them cases
Don't show me my visa payments
R E S P E C T me, Aretha Franklin
2 Cups, 4 zips, 1 sprite can't keep me from drinking
And they like fuck you and now so yeah you see I'm thinking
About that money but you can't be impatient
Stay with the right people you got to keep relations
Me and my plug on first name basis
Time I ain't wasting
Late night driving

We get it every day yo
3 Apartments, 2 houses
Got whole bags, plug ounces, money in the couches
And a hitman on my payroll
He'll shoot at you for me
Then peel off in that coupe for me
I'm usually in the trap bumping like ayyoo
I got your bitch talking like ayyoo
Everywhere I go them folks like ayyoo
I got your bitch talking like
I got your bitch walking like

Ok I pulled up in that 550 Benz
With me and her 5 friends
Car parked in the yard look like a drive in
I've been in charge from the start and I ain't call to offend
Who bitch, you bitch, groupie you killed
New wrist, new deal, new bitch, new crib
I live like a pimp, rich homie, my 10
My brother, my friend
I got a hitman on my payroll
Throw the deuce at you then shoot at you if I say so
And all my homies rich so you know they got a stack
And that U-Haul truck be back and forth across the map
I heard that she'll hold that pack for you
She'll shoot that strap for you
And she'll go over her back for you
But she'll tax you

We get it every day yo
3 Apartments, 2 houses
Got whole bags, plug ounces, money in the couches
And a hitman on my payroll
He'll shoot at you for me
Then peel off in that coupe for me
I'm usually in the trap bumping like ayyoo
I got your bitch talking like ayyoo
Everywhere I go them folks like ayyoo
I got your bitch talking like
I got your bitch walking like

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