Biografia:
Dequantes Devontay Lamar, nascido em 4 de outubro de 1989, mais conhecido pelo seu nome artístico Rich Homie Quan, é um americano de hip hop artista de Atlanta. Assinou com o selo independente TIG Entertainment. Rich Homie Quan foi artisticamente influenciado por dirty south rap, incluindo Young Jeezy, Gucci Mane, TI, Lil Boosie, Lil Wayne, Kilo Ali, Outkast e Goodie Mob.
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[Intro]
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30, you a fool for this one
[Chorus]
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Herschel Walker, used to ride that MARTA, yeah, that thirty-four
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Pants saggin', bankroll in my pocket and that thirty close
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Church in session, talk shit like the pastor, catch the holy ghost
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Trap is bunkin' and we makin' money, see that open door
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We been gettin' it, we been goin' hard, boy, I gotta have it
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Neighbor trippin', way too many cars, we got too much traffic
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Look suspicious, pistol in my drawers and yeah, it's automatic
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You work at Lids, puttin' shit on your kids, go'n with all that cappin' (talk your shit, Rich Homie)
[Verse 1]
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Pulled up in that Benz, I hopped out perfect (I hopped out clean)
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Tried to rob me, you got killed, now was it worth it? (fa-fa-fa-fa)
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Might buy that Maybach, I grew up without no curtains (might buy that six-three, nigga)
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And when I get it, I'ma keep my windows rolled up on purpose (ayy, ayy)
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You can't tell a nigga like me shit (nah)
I ain't have it all when I was little (nope)
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Sixteen years old, drinkin' liquor (what?)
I ain't never ever touched a beer (ha)
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I ain't never ever touch a mill' (never)
Till I stayed down and start rappin' (I stayed down, nigga)
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Then I turned my dreams into reality (that right too), I rode that
[Chorus]
Db Gb Ebm
Herschel Walker, used to ride that MARTA, yeah, that thirty-four
Db Gb Ebm
Pants saggin', bankroll in my pocket and that thirty close
Db Gb Ebm
Church in session, talk shit like the pastor, catch the holy ghost
Db Gb Ebm
Trap is bunkin' and we makin' money, see that open door
Db Gb Ebm
We been gettin' it, we been goin' hard, boy, I gotta have it
Db Gb Ebm
Neighbor trippin', way too many cars, we got too much traffic
Db Gb Ebm
Look suspicious, pistol in my drawers and yeah, it's automatic
Db Gb Ebm
You work at Lids, puttin' shit on your kids, go'n with all that cappin'
[Verse 2]
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We were growin' up, fightin' when we were kids (yeah)
Remember some nights where we ain't eat? (ayy)
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I was Holyfield, hustlin' in the trap (truth)
They was Mike Tyson, bitin' on the kid (ayy, Mike)
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I remember tryin' to get rich (hey)
Smokin' two for fives of the mid (woo)
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Never had nothing growin' up (nah)
Nigga, don't be surprised when I get it (ayy)
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Where were you when I was on my dick? (woo)
I was so broke, I needed fix (yup)
Gb Ebm
Reminiscin' 'bout me growin' up
You know I hate to talk about this shit (I do)
Gb Ebm
Load the ten and walked up out the bitch (ten)
Stripper fame, tryin' to see who gettin' it (ha)
Gb Ebm
Walkin' around with that thang on me
N.C.
And you know I got my license for this bitch (Rich Homie, baby)
[Chorus]
Db Gb Ebm
Herschel Walker, used to ride that MARTA, yeah, that thirty-four
Db Gb Ebm
Pants saggin', bankroll in my pocket and that thirty close
Db Gb Ebm
Church in session, talk shit like the pastor, catch the holy ghost
Db Gb Ebm
Trap is bunkin' and we makin' money, see that open door
Db Gb Ebm
We been gettin' it, we been goin' hard, boy, I gotta have it
Db Gb Ebm
Neighbor trippin', way too many cars, we got too much traffic
Db Gb Ebm
Look suspicious, pistol in my drawers and yeah, it's automatic
Db Gb Ebm
You work at Lids, puttin' shit on your kids, go'n with all that cappin'
Ebm Gb |Ebm
30, you a fool for this one
[Chorus]
Db Gb Ebm
Herschel Walker, used to ride that MARTA, yeah, that thirty-four
Db Gb Ebm
Pants saggin', bankroll in my pocket and that thirty close
Db Gb Ebm
Church in session, talk shit like the pastor, catch the holy ghost
Db Gb Ebm
Trap is bunkin' and we makin' money, see that open door
Db Gb Ebm
We been gettin' it, we been goin' hard, boy, I gotta have it
Db Gb Ebm
Neighbor trippin', way too many cars, we got too much traffic
Db Gb Ebm
Look suspicious, pistol in my drawers and yeah, it's automatic
Db Gb Ebm
You work at Lids, puttin' shit on your kids, go'n with all that cappin' (talk your shit, Rich Homie)
[Verse 1]
Ebm
Pulled up in that Benz, I hopped out perfect (I hopped out clean)
Ebm
Tried to rob me, you got killed, now was it worth it? (fa-fa-fa-fa)
Ebm
Might buy that Maybach, I grew up without no curtains (might buy that six-three, nigga)
Ebm
And when I get it, I'ma keep my windows rolled up on purpose (ayy, ayy)
Gb Ebm
You can't tell a nigga like me shit (nah)
I ain't have it all when I was little (nope)
Gb Ebm
Sixteen years old, drinkin' liquor (what?)
I ain't never ever touched a beer (ha)
Gb Ebm
I ain't never ever touch a mill' (never)
Till I stayed down and start rappin' (I stayed down, nigga)
Gb Ebm
Then I turned my dreams into reality (that right too), I rode that
[Chorus]
Db Gb Ebm
Herschel Walker, used to ride that MARTA, yeah, that thirty-four
Db Gb Ebm
Pants saggin', bankroll in my pocket and that thirty close
Db Gb Ebm
Church in session, talk shit like the pastor, catch the holy ghost
Db Gb Ebm
Trap is bunkin' and we makin' money, see that open door
Db Gb Ebm
We been gettin' it, we been goin' hard, boy, I gotta have it
Db Gb Ebm
Neighbor trippin', way too many cars, we got too much traffic
Db Gb Ebm
Look suspicious, pistol in my drawers and yeah, it's automatic
Db Gb Ebm
You work at Lids, puttin' shit on your kids, go'n with all that cappin'
[Verse 2]
Gb Ebm
We were growin' up, fightin' when we were kids (yeah)
Remember some nights where we ain't eat? (ayy)
Gb Ebm
I was Holyfield, hustlin' in the trap (truth)
They was Mike Tyson, bitin' on the kid (ayy, Mike)
Gb Ebm
I remember tryin' to get rich (hey)
Smokin' two for fives of the mid (woo)
Gb Ebm
Never had nothing growin' up (nah)
Nigga, don't be surprised when I get it (ayy)
Gb Ebm
Where were you when I was on my dick? (woo)
I was so broke, I needed fix (yup)
Gb Ebm
Reminiscin' 'bout me growin' up
You know I hate to talk about this shit (I do)
Gb Ebm
Load the ten and walked up out the bitch (ten)
Stripper fame, tryin' to see who gettin' it (ha)
Gb Ebm
Walkin' around with that thang on me
N.C.
And you know I got my license for this bitch (Rich Homie, baby)
[Chorus]
Db Gb Ebm
Herschel Walker, used to ride that MARTA, yeah, that thirty-four
Db Gb Ebm
Pants saggin', bankroll in my pocket and that thirty close
Db Gb Ebm
Church in session, talk shit like the pastor, catch the holy ghost
Db Gb Ebm
Trap is bunkin' and we makin' money, see that open door
Db Gb Ebm
We been gettin' it, we been goin' hard, boy, I gotta have it
Db Gb Ebm
Neighbor trippin', way too many cars, we got too much traffic
Db Gb Ebm
Look suspicious, pistol in my drawers and yeah, it's automatic
Db Gb Ebm
You work at Lids, puttin' shit on your kids, go'n with all that cappin'
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Rich The Kid
Rich Wyman
RichaadEB
Richard & Linda (...)