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roddy ricch - intro (trap symphony version) lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah

[verse]
from out the streets, became a millionaire
i know n#ggas started in the trap, and they still there
‘member i was robbin’, i bought jewelry and i still wear it
came a long way with all my n#ggas, and they still here
my big bro behind bars, fighting two hundred years
i got that call, i lost my dawg, and i don’t know how to feel
gotta stay on savage time, you know it’s war time
i remember i ain’t used to leave the house without my .45
i ain’t got no time
‘member pappy had the mackie at the stop sign
sh#t was too, too real
i got my glock, and laid ’em down, n#gga, you knew the deal
that’s why i moved to the hills, and i’m new to it
’cause i ain’t sure why my dawg had to make the news reel
got promethazine in my eyes, i’m cryin’ purple tears
the streets left me cold#hearted, they hurt me still
uh, and that’s why i’m on tour, that’s why my house a resort
that’s why i got the four by four
i remember when i was low, tryna trap in front of the store
hop fences on the police, from handcuffs to rollies
these hoes didn’t know a n#gga, now she claim she know me
i been counting’ up the bag, yeah, yeah
i get the load on the bag, i’m f#ckin’ up yens
i go get the birdie, birdie, n#gga, i need some hens
thirty before thirty, i been settin’ trends
hop on the forbes, i hop on the forbes, i hop on the forbes
i been countin’ millions every time i board
spend your whole budget in the designer store
walk inside my closet, it’s designer galore
bad b#tch give me ya#ya in an aventador
bad b#tch give me ne#e#e#e#e#e#e#eck
flooded my wrist, it’s wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet
i’m boutta pack up the whole house, put it inside the suitcase
put my d#ck inside her mouth like it’s crest toothpaste
yeah, she gave me head, like a toupée, huh
got twenty hoes, they all my roommates, huh
ten in the bed, ten in the pool, bae, huh
i need some bread, been trappin’ for two days
if he rockin’ with the opps, we gotta wet the block
got my glock in the dior, but i got on gucci socks
drip too hard, you can’t ride this wave
put my baby mama and my mom in a bentayga

- roddy ricch lyrics

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