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roddy ricch - sak pase lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah, ah, ha
yeah, yeah, uh, hey, hey
i feed the streets
i feed the streets, yeah
i feed the streets
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[chorus]
we fed the streets, i had to flood it
patek phillipe, i wanna bus’ it
she f-ck with me just ’cause i can buy that luggage
and now they recognize me when i’m out in public
them haitians f-ck with me so they say “sak pase”
i’m in the benz but i can’t wait to cop that wraith
i came from nothing, n-gga, i cannot be fake
i was hungry now try kitchen make my plate, aye

[verse 1]
go get a bag, lil’ n-gga
pop a couple tags, lil’ n-gga
hop out that jag, lil’ n-gga
f-ck around and do the dash, lil’ n-gga
i remember i was broke
i remember i was starving
we was selling that dope
bagging front of them apartments

[verse 2]
lil’ shorty make it a theme song
she wanna f-ck with my jeans on
play with them ball like ping pong
bust in her jaw i ain’t even know
i wanna f-ck with my n-ggas
then take my n-ggas to the top of the world
all my n-ggas foreign, when we pull up, skrrt
light skin with a nice body looking like nia long
private head with the private p-ssy looking like flysavion
rich s-x, having rich s-x on the nights we alone
thing glowing in the mirror looking like a ice cream cone

- roddy ricch lyrics

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