Rich Homie Quan - XXL Freshmen 2014 lyrics

rate me

My flow hard to bite for all you stale eaters

And I'm still smart as hell like a Yale teacher

Pneumonia, I'm hot-headed, rare fever

Foul call, no foul ball, play fair, people

I tell Bone that I'm a young nigga, worth some car lots

Two cellphones and a pistol, I call shots

I'm tripping, money shoestrings stacking tall knots

I'm living, doing new things I never thought about

No sick days on my job description, no calling off

My hoe gone, I'm home alone, Macaulay Culkin

How could I know, she ready to go?

House full of hoes, reality show

She sat in the Ghost, no Casper, it'll go faster than it appear

And that's a Phantom, not a real ghost so don't fear

And them double letters on the Rolls Royce

And I'm Ronald Reagan in that building, bitch

Real recognize real, well, I know Richie Rich

I got Dutch Masters for the kush smokers

Hold the reggie for the bush toters

"Fuck blacks," what Bush told us, fuck that, we took over

I bust back like a foot soldier, give you good gas like a shook soda

Bulldozer, he cook cola, no haircut, give you the part

Asshole, but I'll do the Bart, Margie's not cool with her

Lisa mad I'm on Simpson, for real, and Homer say he through with her

Molly make your heart beat fast, I bought me a house across from Mia's house

And Maggie in the backseat laughing, calling me Daddy

I ain't your Papi, I'm pimping out of three cars

Speaking of the Simpsons, I ain't even mention free bars