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roddy ricch - chill lyrics

[chorus: roddy ricch]
we was in the lot goin’ crazy
i clock a dollar on an everyday basis
pull up in the hood wit’ the haitians
the drip is too hard, lil baby and gunna
i f+ck that b+tch when i wanna
she fell in love wit’ the drip, the flavor of persona
n+gga, i’m still eatin’ big steak, big lobster, i ain’t never missed a meal

[post chorus: roddy ricch]
chill, chill, chill, chill chill, chill, chill, chill
got my wrist on chilly, i bought a richard millie
they be like “ricch, chill”, chill chill

[verse 1: roddy ricch]
f+ck it up, f+ck it up, f+ck it up, f+ck it up, f+ck it up, yeah, yeah
i’m feelin’ like gunna, i told her to “shut the f+ck up”, yeah, yeah
steering wheel got big b’s everytime we patrolling the bentley truck
i was down in the mold, had to get it up
got the baddеst b+tches, i don’t rap about it
case appendеd, we don’t rap about it
bought a foreclosed and started trappin’ out it
young n+gga got my weight up, hold up, wait up
went from the stove to stadiums
from the sunny coast to [?]
pushin’ that lambo’, lambo’, like i’m in a high speed chase
[chorus: roddy ricch]
we was in the lot goin’ crazy
i clock a dollar on an everyday basis
pull up in the hood wit’ the haitians
the drip is too hard, lil baby and gunna
i f+ck that b+tch when i wanna
she fell in love wit’ the drip, the flavor of persona
n+gga, i’m still eatin’ big steak, big lobster, i ain’t never missed a meal

[post chorus: roddy ricch]
chill, chill, chill, chill chill, chill, chill, chill
got my wrist on chilly, i bought a richard millie
they be like “ricch, chill”, chill chill

[verse 2: gunna]
cartier watch on chill, chill, chill
water on rocks, you n+ggas is lost, you took a watch for a deal
gunna a boss, my services cost, i drip like the sauce on the ribs
all that money ain’t makin’ you real
like a patient, i’m poppin’ these pills
i count paper, it give me a thrill, thrill, thrill
my family some masons, i’m rockin’ some maisons, don’t drop till the end of the year
don’t do nothin’ basic, i landed in vegas, and got me 200 in chips
in la like the lakers, and sharp like a razor, and that’s why my denim more real
hold up, shut it up, yeah, trapped back in the day and i stayed outside like a parkin’ lot pimp
you n+ggas wanna play, i say my name, got enough of you shrimps
yeah, yo crew full of whimps, and we got two million in whips

[post chorus: roddy ricch]
chill, chill, chill, chill chill, chill, chill, chill
got my wrist on chilly, i bought a richard millie
they be like “ricch, chill”, chill chill

- roddy ricch lyrics

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