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conceited - ryda lyrics

[intro]
you don’t wanna f-ck with us, haha
black squad… ncredible…
con, get ’em!

[hook: hitman holla]
i can’t deny it, she’s a f-ckin’ ryda
and yeah, she know she got it
stuntin’ as a habit
you f-ckin’ with a bad b-tch
ain’t nothin’ ’bout her average

[verse 1: conceited]
can’t deny it, tatted up, i’m the flyest
and i’m on deck like a pirate
i’ve got your girl in the room on a private
she got one leg up like the heisman
anything it cost i’ma pay it
and you know the money like the liquor how i chase it
all black and i pull up in a sp-ceship
with a b-tch that’s badder like cake mix
louboutin heels so she got ’em hatin’
and you know the bottom red like they got a spankin’
you can try and call me this, you can call me that
but if you call me broke you can never call me back
she’s a ryda, balmain joggers
friend right beside her, i don’t know who’s hotter
too hollywood and she pull up in the honda
how we like matt kemp, how i dodge her

[hook: hitman holla]
i can’t deny it, she’s a f-ckin’ ryda
and yeah, she know she got it
stuntin’ as a habit
you f-ckin’ with a bad b-tch
ain’t nothin’ ’bout her average

[verse 2: hitman holla]
you a ryda? that’s somethin’ i do adore
and the way your body shake, man, i can’t ignore
are you mad that i’m lookin’, then what you flaunt it for?
i can’t lie, instagram it if you want it more
hotel in dubia with a hundred floors
just to win you over i’d fight a hundred wars
i like them all: dark, light, caucasian
matchin’ ferrari’s, call it horse racin’
if you think your boy hot, well, i’m on vacation
only way i can put it, baby, the boy blazin’
see, them other dudes talk, but i mean it though
i’m so cool but yet i got a phoenix flow
look at them thighs, girl, you think you’re serena yo?
you think my watch shine out until i clean it though
don’t make me find ya, i might surprise ya
pull up right behind ya, i need me a ryda

[hook: hitman holla]
i can’t deny it, she’s a f-ckin’ ryda
and yeah, she know she got it
stuntin’ as a habit
you f-ckin’ with a bad b-tch
ain’t nothin’ ’bout her average

- conceited lyrics

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