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ritch - the love (feat. todd zack jr.) lyrics

(verse 1)
n-gg-s know that i do this
know you deal with the truest
only way you ain’t knew this
is if you ain’t speaking money, fluent
nah i ain’t new to this
k!ll everything with no viewing
she don’t need no clothes
would’ve thought that she was a nudist
yea she f-ck with this jodeci
what you think we gon do to this?
the coupe lookin so foolish
it’s roofless
know n-gg-s that bang
the bluest
the su-ist
the woo-ist
get money
you losing
come vibe
with the coolest
they gon hate
so why not just do it
it’s ralph
my n-gg- just cool it
that benz
that benz gon look stupid
tell em to coupe it
can’t n-body match my drive
the p-ssenger looking like stacy dash when she was on clueless
pretty and mixed
really with the shits
she bout as thick
as the snow that i move
when i’m spitting like this
back in it more
in my own lane
with the gas to the floor
all of this heat
you can’t match me
like its gas on the floor
back in it more
stackin up more
keep it real to the core
hang out the window like pac
these n-gg-s don’t wanna see a young king flourish

(hook)[todd zack jr.]
i just want the love because i can get the money
i don’t trust these hoes
so they get nothing from me
when you make it here
you just want that one thing
i just i just i just
i just want the love
x2

(bridge)
the watch presidential
obama my ballot
i’m black & white
she h-lla colors, her body’s a pallet
my city’s the canvas
let me paint the town red in this drophead
then we gon head back to the palace

(verse 2)
and these rappers getting ate
got my feet up
don’t say shit when you see us
verge of getting big like a c-cup
montana with the dope
get ya ki’s up
montana with the throw
oh
where the lean bruh
tint on cannot see ya
young king tryna ball
on the scene bruh
she a lala
i savior shuttlesworth that’s jesus
when they love you
they can’t wait to see ya
at the top
where ain’t shit free bruh
king caesar
tropical weather bad beach bruh
r&b diva lookalike in my 2 seater
slapping that aaliyah
try and keep up
2 of em
that’s no true love that’s 3 love
have a seat girl
let these fingers roll like a layup
don’t trip we way up
dvd stuck on how to be a player
i am too cold for these hoes
better show up in layers
i swear to god it’s not fair
game like a hall of fame player

(hook)

- ritch lyrics

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