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roddy rackzz - interlude lyrics

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[intro]
(whiteboy came with the bag like it’s christmas)

[verse]
i got money, cars, clothes
i bought a chopper, i take it to show
you know i’m on the road when i get in that mode
i tell ma take the road, you know we next to blow
and i knew it was up when i got my first load
i make more off the load what i get for a show
still in the streets, speak this sh+t from my soul
still in the streets, speak this sh+t from my soul
n+gga still rapping, still trapping like i ain’t got sh+t
all i do is trap, ball, hit the booth and pop sh+t
walk in the building, weed got me f+cking up my profit
i ran up my money now a n+gga feeling c+cky
can’t n0body stop me, wrist looking rocky
i’m a shooting star, these amiris where the glock be
catch another body, i can’t wait for you to try me
baby, i’m the wave, i should’ve named my tape tsunami
you f+cking with the realest, richest youngin, you hit the lottery
why i got this forty and this chopper? ’cause i gotta be
when i go to sleep, i got that chopper right beside of me
same n+ggas love me is the same n+ggas doubted me
roddy rackzz be flowing so insane, he the prodigy
prada bucket, prada tee, i know these n+ggas proud of me
giving you the best of me, you know i got the recipe
if i ain’t in the mall, i’m probably in the booth or selling weed



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