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chase ritches - ritch lyrics

(verse 1)
so lets just say that i’m past verification my n-gga (ahh sh-t)
and trusting my senses tell me to p-ss or interrogate em’
claim ya hate for the labels
i’m watching y’all serenade em’
boy i’m rapping till’ my status is that of an era staple
you’re listening to me tear up
this pact to be fair and faithful
suggest you wait for them scr-ps
stay clear of my chairs and table-
and my handles could tear an ankle
wrist and palm is sitting with
chris paul’s dribbling
kid ball, pit bull no pitfalls
don’t engage my n-gga trust
it ain’t safe yet
currently surfing wave surfaces
shouting hang ten
act now my words come complete
with a demonstration
heard he stay on his service thats why
i ain’t heard a complaint yet
take a sec, fix ya head
address ya steps, face an eighth i’m temper made
i went the lengths to lace my eights
expecting checks, n-gga
leave em’ on my desk, n-gga
i’m sorry we school opponents
thats right where we left n-ggas….
(h-llo?)
i’m an impractical -n-lyst
my circle center the radius
gifted hands i’ve been handling
riddles crammed in my cranium
answers question my management
women, studios, stadiums
question is can i manage it?
b-tch i’m diligent k!ll em’ quick
as them ambulance channels tip
try and manage an animal
that contaminate anecdotes
i’m getting lost in this sh-t
how awesome is it?
y’all should take precautions or some sh-t
keep off the boss and out his biz’
ritch

(verse 2)
aye yo listen here sweetie
drop them games today
ain’t no kids in here sweetie
just a squad stocking pay
problems jog up the way
imma’ give em’ clear hearing
n-gga mouth off again
and he gon’ disappear sweetie, uh
the name is chase cause
they, never caught me
a c-cky rocky
with ali’s feet until they box me
gold t–th, bandana, js
a rock tee, neighbors sketched
the b-ss knock hard as the swat team
workaholic clocked in n-gga
call before you drop in
if i’m planning in my office
then i’m drawing till’ i’m locked in
got my c–k inside her neck
i turned a chicken to an ostrich
if they asking yea i’m charging (we’re sorry)
charge em’ with battery
batter beats to a piece or a bit
if i tic imma’ feast if i spit
have a seat i’m the sh-t
you capeesh lil b-tch?
a swing and a miss
his feet in a ditch
some tree for the pits
i’m seeking a zip
i eat and i sip (whoa!)
kinda slowing up after a dutch or two
i’m always doing me my n-gga
whats up with you?
i’m the first to feel the heat
that is if something brew
them n-ggas sweeter then the bradys
that go for a bunch of you
y’all can get comfortable
i’m a hungry -ss bull
you look lunchable
understand i won’t stop
until that stomach full
i gotta’ team to make the function
fully functional, ya boy untouchable
ritches

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