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roddy ricch - nascar lyrics

[intro]
i just told richie we rich

[chorus]
lately i’ve been speedin’ in a nascar
sippin’ the dirty fanta, i might crash off
throw these hunnids, made lil’ shawty wipe the racks off
brought the 20 20 out, that’s why he mad, dawg
i been p-ssin’ on these n-ggas like i’m brett favre
feel like future, i’m about to take my mask off
got a bad b-tch with me, we pulled off in the nascar
livin’ fast on these n-ggas like a nascar

[verse 1]
21 savage, i just sh-tted on my ex b-tch
had a threesome with her best friend watchin’ netflix
these n-ggas mad ’cause the rollie on froze
the whole time, she been plottin’ on the low
young n-gga, i was down bad, came from these trenches
n-gga got a million dollars, made it rain on these b-tches
when the feds did a sweep, i lost hope
remember my uncle in the kitchen, whippin’ dope
ayy, had to go and get it, i’m wrappin’ up them bales now
ricch is in the city, i’m hoppin’ off the lear now
traphouse boomin’, i went up on the sale now
vvs got the water, i’m swimmin’ like a whale now
v12 n-ggas, we was livin’ too fast
n-ggas pushin’ work, we was skippin’ through cl-ss
she can’t even see me, i’m like flash on these b-tches
hoppin’ in the masi’, do the dash on these b-tches, yeah, yeah

[verse 2]
i was at crazy girls, i had to throw my racks, yeah
i had the section poppin’, since you wanna pop it, yeah
once i get it started, i can’t even stop it, yeah
all these stripper b-tches fillin’ up their stockings, yeah
i had a stripper’s thick body in the big body
had two friends followin’ me in the maserati
can’t let you cuff that b-tch, that’s on my dead body
i can bet you 10 bands she gave me head, prolly
i was at houston’s eatin’ that filet mignon
b-tch, i done ran these racks up out the bando on my own
i was in the streets, so that’s what i stand for
i can pull strings like i’m playin’ banjo
you can keep on hittin’ switches, i’ll be in the lambo
i’ma paint her face in the ‘rari like van gogh
i done hit it from the back, now she sing soprano, ayy
hop in my two-seater with me, out my range rove’

[outro]
skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
skrrt, skrrt, skrrt

- roddy ricch lyrics

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