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tory lanez - ric flair lyrics

[intro: ric flair]
woo, that’s who’s standing here today
the world’s heavyweight champion
only one, and you’re looking
oh knows i can’t stand it
now i gotta talk, we all gotta be quiet
nikita koloff, we’ve only just begun

[verse 1: tory lanez]
boy floatin’ down sh-t’s creek
who gon’ need the paddle when the sh-t’s deep?
we ain’t bobby shmurda but the clique deep
caught a body a week ago, we were this weak, don’t f-ck with me
boy floatin’ down sh-t’s creek
who gon’ need the paddle when the sh-t’s deep?
we ain’t bobby shmurda but the clique deep
caught a body a week ago, we were this weak
i just want it all, i just want it all
even when i’m knowin’ that ain’t sh-t to you
i just pray to god, i just pray to god
oh lord, you done made my wrist weak
jumpman, you could call me air jordan
pullin’ out the lot like i’m jeff gordon
we f-ckin’ ric flair on ’em
pullin’ out the chamber like a shareholder
i just got some m-th-rf-ckin’
puttin’ b-tches all up in a landcaster
took a b-tch and flew her out to south beach
this is how you put a doll in a sand castle
done know, we dumb blowed
i could live without a magazine cover
but shout out to my n-ggas from the xxl
all i need is, magnum rubbers
but f-ck the compet-tion, let the s-x sale

[bridge]
side diss, dog
you talkin’ ’bout you f-ckin my b-tch, aw
let’s keep it real, i never eat your baby, mom
but boy i treat her like a side dish, dawg, don’t get it f-cked up

[verse 2]
last time, i ain’t had time for it
but today i got time for it
n-gga dressin’ up in tom ford
just to get that (clap, clap) like my dogs tryna encore
oh my god, you a hater, n-gga, on my mom
and no lie, i be on my job
a lot of n-ggas be jammed
when they talkin’ but they don’t want drama
we a different kinda sinister
rollie presidential but the prime minister
n-ggas got a chopper and a nine milliter
liu kang n-ggas acting fly finish’ ’em, woo

[chorus]
ric flair, the b-tches love me on my ric flair
ric flair, the b-tches love me on my ric flair
ric flair, the b-tches love me on my ric flair
n-gga, ric flair, yeah, the money long like my b-tch hair

[interlude: rory trustory]
all these b-tches should know
all these n-ggas should know
all these b-tches should know
all these n-ggas sh-t, done known, done known
all these b-tches should know
all these n-ggas should know
all these b-tches should know
all these n-ggas sh-t, done known, done known

[verse 3: tory lanez]
i’m sorry n-gga, you forced it
f-ck it, just say you love it and forfeit
all my brothers goin’ corporate
i see us #1 on this forbes’ list
my closet still covered in jordan’s
still thuggin’, still ruggin’, n-ggas still can’t f-ckin’ afford this
’bout to pay the lawyers off for my n-gga kellz
we still talkin’ like they’re cell phones in his cell
i touchdown just like its nfl, then i’m in a ssl
then i’m in a shawty named vanessa cell
i’m pullin’ off the sls, sippin’ vsop
it got me stressin’ and yes i’m callin’ up the sod’s
abbreviation talk, bang bang hate to talk
we pull up in matchin’ cars ’cause we hate to walk
with more problems always comin’ from this dope sh-t
hoe sh-t, want to stop your whole cash flow sh-t
put your feelings in the air, n-ggas wanna hold sh-t
oh sh-t, hate the man the “open the door” sh-t
i’m only f-ckin’ with my n-gga sasha
a lot of n-ggas is some rich impostors
thick woman whippin’ pasta, plus sippin’ vodka
never f-ck the money up, don’t think this sh-t was flocka
back when play was playback, you knew the kid from way back
we maybach major, i got aggressive and lay back haters
but n-ggas ain’t really ain’t got nothing’against me
they just hate that paper, well, grat grat, take that hater
i think it’s clear i hate the plateaus, and the platform
i bring it back like the afros, ain’t no platforms
and plus the plaque here, that’s the young here
i’m ballin’ like and1 here
i’m offstage a bunch of white b-tches yellin’ f-ck yeah
this for the n-ggas with no ambitions
this for the b-tches with heart intentions and your commitments
you know we old school, since ’02 with the pro-tools
we would scroll through, fresh n-ggas bustin’ dope moves
look, i heard you tellin’ lies, sh-t was funny
these n-ggas disrespect the kid, i get they b-tch to f-ck me
if she miss out on f-ckin’ me, that b-tch gon’ miss the money just to love me
i treat you n-ggas like some distant cousins
don’t give a f-ck who make the xxl cover
f-ck the compet-tion with some xxl rubbers
heard them birds chirpin’, they some next nextel brothers
n-ggas try to hate, i had to check check tail brothers
y’all know, i’m so original like old school and nike checks
i f-ck the game up then i f-ck your wifey next
i’m so serial, i eat these n-ggas up for cereal
i’m talkin’ life, checks
n-gga, you don’t understand, boy
we can go o for o, hoe for hoe, check for check
dawg, we can go bad b-tch, sl-t, head, neck for neck
n-gga, we ain’t never gon’ be neck to neck, dawg

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