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lammyco – ric flair lyrics

whoo! that’s who’s standing here today!
the world’s heavyweight champion
only one, and you’re looking–
oh knows i can’t stand it
now i gotta talk, we all gotta be quiet
nikita koloff, we’ve only just begun
boy floatin’ down sh-t’s creek
who gon’ need the paddle when the sh-t’s deep
we ain’t bobby shmurda but the clique deep
caught a body a week ago, we were this weak
(gunshots) don’t f-ck wit me
boy floatin’ down sh-t’s creek
who gon’ need the paddle when the sh-t’s deep
we ain’t bobby shmurda but the clique deep
caught a body a week ago, we were this weak
i just want it all, i just want it all
even when i’m knowing that ain’t sh-t to you
i just pray to god, i just pray to god
oh lord, you done made my wrist weak
jumpman, you could call me air jordan
pullin’ out the lot like i’m jeff gordon
f-ckin’ ric flair on em’, pullin’ out the chamber like a shareholder
i just got some m-th-f-ckin’, puttin’ b-tches all up in a landcaster
took a b-tch and flew her out to south beach
this is how you put a doll in a sand castle
done know, we dumb blowed
i could live without a magazine cover
but shoutout to my n-gg-s from the xxl
all i need is, magnum rubbers
but f-ck the compet-tion, let the s-x sale
side diss, dog
you talkin’ bout you f-ckin my b-tch, awh
let’s keep it real, i never eat your baby, mom
but boy i treat her like a side dish, dawg
don’t get it f-cked up
last time, i ain’t had time for it
but today i got time for it
n-gg- dressin’ up in tom ford
just to get that (clap, clap) like my dogs tryna encore
oh my god, you a hater, n-gg-, on my mom
and no lie, i be on my job
a lot of n-gg-s be jammed when they talkin’ but they don’t want drama
we a different kinda sinister
rollie presidential but the prime minister
n-gg-s got a chopper and a nine milliter
liu kang n-gg-s i could fly finish em’, whooo
ric flair, the b-tches love me on my ric flair
ric flair, the b-tches love me on my ric flair
ric flair, the b-tches love me on my ric flair
n-gg- ric flair, the money long like my b-tch hair
all these b-tches should know
all these n-gg-s should know
all these b-tches should know
all these n-gg-s sh-t, done known
i’m sorry n-gg- you forced it
f-ck it, just say you love it and forfeit
all my brothers going corporate, i see us #1 on this forbes’ list
my closet still covered in jordan’s
still thuggin’, still ruggin’, n-gg-s still can’t f-ckin’ afford this
bout to pay the lawyers off for my n-gg- kellz
we still talking like they’re cell phones in his cell
i touchdown just like its nfl, then i’m in a ssl
then i’m in a shawty named vanessa cell
i’m pullin’ off the sls sippin’ vsop
it got me stressed, and yes i’m callin’ up the sod’s
abbreviation talk, bang bang hate to talk
we pull up in matchin’ cars cause we hate to walk
with more problems always coming from this dope sh-t
oh sh-t, want to stop your whole cash flow sh-t
put your feelings in the air, n-gg-s wanna hold sh-t
oh sh-t, hate the man the “open the door” sh-t
i’m only f-ckin’ wit my n-gg- sasha
a lot of n-gg-s is some rich impostors
thick woman whippin pasta plus sippin’ vodka
never f-ck the money up don’t think this sh-t was flocka
back when play was playback, you knew the kid from way back
we maybach major, i got aggressive and lay back haters
but n-gg-s ain’t really ain’t got nothing against me
they just hate that paper, well, grat grat, take that hater
i think it’s clear i hate the plateaus, and the platform
i bring it back like the afros, ain’t no platforms
and plus the plaque here, that’s the young here
i’m ballin’ like and1 here, i’m offstage a bunch of white b-tches yellin’ f-ck yeah
this for the n-gg-s with no ambitions
this for the b-tches with heart intentions and your commitments
you know we old school since 02 with the pro-tools
we would scroll through, fresh n-gg-s bustin’ dope moves
look, i heard you tellin’ lies sh-t was funny
these n-gg-s disrespect the kid i get they b-tch to f-ck me
if she miss out on f-ckin’ me, that b-tch gon miss the money just to love me
i treat you n-gg-s like some distant cousins
don’t give a f-ck who make the xxl cover
f-ck the compet-tion with some xxl rubbers
heard them birds chirpin’ they some next nextel brothers
n-gg-s try to hate i had to check check tail brothers
ya’ll know, i’m so original like old school and nike checks
i f-ck the game up then i f-ck your wifey next
i’m so serial, i eat these n-gg-s up for cereal
i’m talkin’ life, checks
n-gg- you don’t understand boy
we can go o for o, ho for ho, check for check
dawg, we can go bad b-tch, sl-t, head, neck for neck
n-gg-, we ain’t never gonna be neck to neck, dawg.

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