Rich Homie Quan

Rich Homie Quan - Throw It Back lyrics

rate me

(Verse)

Wamped in the muthafucka pinned by a noodie

Tattoed on shirts, she won't do me

Feeling like Biggie, this swervel Jacuzzi

I done smoked to much weed, I’m starting to see Illusions

I done fucked to many bitches, hope I ain’t got coodies

Got yo bitch watchin' me, ya would swear I was a movie

My mind, I’m ‘bout to lose it, hold up wait pop

Shawty go dump, go stupid, go roofless

Lead be on her tongue when I come, call it toothless

Proper truck, a Monster, this shit up like a doolie

Got that proper blunt odor, already took it to it

Got hoes I can expose, but then why would I do it?

Talkin' bout band checker, got me a bitch, got me Louie

She left a lame nigga, he didn’t know what he was doin'

Even though he had money like I do it, she ain’t give a fuck I told that ho to

(Hook)

Throw it back, hope ya can take this dick

And spin a lil slow on that, stay down and I'm gon' be rich

But right now I’m just 'throw it bag, throw it back'

She like it on top, I luv it when she throw it back

Throw it back, throw it back

(Verse 2)

Throw it back like I’m pitching and ya catching

Like a rider secret ride out back and he catch it

To the referee, fuckin' ho that my specialty

She say, she don’t fuck with molly but she fell in luv with ecstasy

Stupid bitch that’s the same thing

No Bankroll Fresh but I got a bankroll on my homie show ya nigga how to do that

She say she ain’t suck dick

Let me call yo friend over, bet that bitch show yo ass how to do it

Put on a men rubber nigga he ain’t none to it

One we can have a thousand cash run through it

Ask Cody, two hundred thousand, I don’t do it

No money machine nigga my hands start hurtin', my hands start hurtin'

Because I’m smacking on a ass, like she ain’t been in class a week too

She said 'Quan, ya ain't gotta cheat when ya got me'

'Think about all the bad bitches we could do'

Though that was yo bitch

Till I took her home, now ya got the sad face

Funny, how I'm in the top top five

When last year I was in last place

That, ya want me to fail but I’m not gon’ fail because I got god

Ya be feeling freaky girl, all ya got to do is take yo clothes of and

(Hook)

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