Roddy Ricch - Intro - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

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[Intro] Whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa [Verse] From out the streets, became a millionaire I know niggas started in the trap, and they still there 'Member I was robbin', I bought jewelry and I still wear it Came a long way with all my niggas, and they still here My big bro behind bars, for like two hundred years I got that call, I lost my dawg, and I don't know how to feel Gotta stay on savage time, you know it's war time I remember I ain't used to leave the house without my .45 I ain't got no time 'Member Papi had the Mackie at the stop sign Shit was too, too real I got my Glock, and laid 'em down, nigga, you knew the deal That's why I moved to the Hills, and I'm new to it 'Cause I ain't sure when my dawg had to make the news reel Got promethazine in my eyes, I'm cryin' purple tears The streets left me cold-hearted, they hurt me still Uh, and that's why I'm on tour, that's why my house a resort That's why I got the four by four I remember when I was low, tryna trap in front of the store Hop fences on the police, from handcuffs to Rollies These hoes didn't know a nigga, now she claim she know me I been counting' up the bag, yeah, yeah I get the low on the bag, I'm fuckin' up yams I go get the birdie, birdie, nigga, I need some hens Thirty before thirty, I been settin' trends Hop on the Forbes, I hop on the Forbes, I hop on the Forbes I been countin' millions every time I board Spend your whole budget in the designer store Walk inside my closet, it's designer galore Bad bitch give me ya-ya in an Aventador Bad bitch give me ne-e-e-e-e-e-e-eck Flooded my wrist, it's wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet I'm boutta pack up the whole house, put it inside this suitcase Put my dick inside her mouth like it's Crest toothpaste Yeah, she gave me head, like a toupée, huh Got twenty hoes, they all my roommates, huh Ten in the bed, ten in the pool bed I need some bread, been trappin' for two days If he rockin' with the opps, we gotta wet the block Got my Glock in the Dior, but I got on Gucci socks Drip too hard, you can't ride this wave Put my baby mama and my mom in a Bentayga
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