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roddy ricch – if xxxtentacion was on the box كلمات اغاني

[chorus]
pullin’ out the coupe at the lot
told ’em f-ck 12, f-ck swat
bustin’ all the bales out the box
i just hit a l!ck with the box
had to put the stick in a box, mmh
pour up the whole d-mn seal, i’ma get lazy
i got the mojo deals, we been trappin’ like the ’80s
she sucked a n-gga soul, got the cash app
told ’em wipe a n-gga nose, say slatt, slatt
i won’t never sell my soul, and i can back that
and i really wanna know where you at, at

[verse 1]
i was out back where the stash at
cruise the city in a bulletproof cadillac (skrrt)
’cause i know these n-ggas after where the bag at (yeah)
gotta move smarter, gotta move harder
n-gga try to get me for my water
i’ll lay his -ss down, on my son, on my daughter
i had the draco with me, dwayne carter
lotta n-ggas out here playin’ ain’t ballin’
i done put my whole arm in the rim, vince carter (yeah)
and i know probably get a key for the quarter
shawty barely seen in double c’s, i bought ’em
got a b-tch that’s looking like aaliyah, she a model
i got the pink slip, all my whips is key-less
compton, i’m about to get the key to the city
patek like the sea, forget it

[verse 2]
hahaha, i been movin’ ’em out
if steelo with me, then he got the blues in the pouch (yeah)
took her to the forest, put the wood in her mouth
b-tch don’t wear no shoes in my house
the private i’m flyin’ in, i never wan’ fly again
i’ll take my chances in traffic (yeah)
she suckin’ on d-ck, no hands with it
i just made the rollie plain like a landing strip
i’m a 2020 president candidate
i done put a hundred bands on zimmerman, sh-t
i been movin’ real gangster, so that’s why she picked a crip
shawty call me crisco ’cause i pop my sh-t
got it out the mud, there’s nothin’ you can tell me, yeah
when i had the drugs, i was street wealthy, yeah

[verse: xxxtentacion]
okay, i’m turnt
at the party, f-ck ’round, p-ssy boy, and you get burnt
actin’ up, you actin’ buff, you f-ck ’round, you get murked
these n-ggas b-tches, mm, i get it
sauce, b-tch, i’m with it, uh, i get it
shots at your fitted, mm, i did it (ayy)
yuh, i did it, yuh, i did it
n-ggas askin’ where i get my drip at
told a n-gga throw a backpack, n-gga, back-back, hmm
asking for the money, where your racks at?
if you ain’t my brother, told a f-ck n-gga “hush that”, uh
cartier, cartier, throwing shade, uh
asian b-tch really like to crochet, uh
and my wrist never like throwing shade, uh
came to the crib off of kool-aid, ayy!

- roddy ricch

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