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Roddy Ricch – Late at Night lyrics

Roddy Ricch

Late at Night lyrics


Roddy Ricch – Late at Night lyrics

[Intro]
Late at night
Kiss me in the mornin’, late at night
Catch me drivin’ down 405
Catch me and your girl late at night, side to side
Mustard on the beat, ho
[Chorus]
Late at night
Kiss me in the mornin’ or late at night
Long as you come through
I’ma make you cum over and over
I’ma treat you like I’m ‘posed to
You better never make no time for these ni**as
‘Cause when I ride, I’ma ride, ride with you
[Verse 1]
I can’t fu*k with nobody
I can’t keep livin’ like this, I can’t
I tell her what it is and I tell her what it ain’t
She know that I been all in her walls like I paint
Told her at times I wanna give you trust, but I can’t
b*tch, I really got it out the mud, climbin’ up the ranks
When they see me outside, I’m a high roller
I’ve been on a global jet, but ni**a, I fly solo
And I got the Gucci splattered all on her knick-knacks
Fifty racks, I’m ’bout to break her off like a KitKat
And her purse got F’s like the wheels on the ‘Bach
I just fu*ked off a million, but I still got a sack
Shorty know that I’m the realest, she know I be speakin’ facts
She know that I’m the same ni**a that was pushin’ ‘Cat

She know I got the game, but I’m never gon’ give it back
Every time that we fu*k, I gotta run it back
[Chorus]
Late at night
Kiss me in the mornin’ or late at night
Long as you come through
I’ma make you cum over and over
I’ma treat you like I’m ‘posed to
You better never make no time for these ni**as
‘Cause when I ride, I’ma ride, ride with you
[Verse 2]
I told shorty never get too comfortable
I like to feel like the pussy untouchable
I like to feel like it’s never goin’ one way
I like to see your body drippin’ Eliantte
I say I like the way I took ya’ on a wave
I had you screamin’ my name out
[Chorus]
Late at night
Kiss me in the mornin’ or late at night
Long as you come through
I’ma make you cum over and over
I’ma treat you like I’m ‘posed to
You better never make no time for these ni**as
‘Cause when I ride, I’ma ride, ride with you
[Outro]
Ride, ride, ride, ride, ride
Ride, ride, ride, ride, ride
Ride, ride, ride, ride, ride
Ride, ride, ride, ride, ride
Ride, ride, ride, ride, ride
Ride, ride, ride, ride, ride
Ride, ride, ride, ride, ride
Ride, ride, ride, ride, ride

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Roddy Ricch – LIVE FA$T INTRO* lyrics

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Sash! – Nothing New lyrics

Sash!

Nothing New lyrics

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Pressa,

Roddy Ricch,


Sash! – Nothing New lyrics

[Intro]
Tank God
[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
I fu*k with bad b*tches, I got them big racks
Tryna feel the safe, ni**a, these ni**as big cap
Rollin’ the big body, I had the seat back
I need a bag, ni**a, fu*k all the chit-chat
And I spent a thousand on my shoes
Spent a hundred-twenty on the jewels
Twenty 50’s, this ain’t nothin’ new
I been in a coupe, ain’t got no roof
[Verse 1: Roddy Ricch]
A ni**a been in my bag, ain’t no hurtin’ me, yeah
Pull up in that 911 like emergency
She wanna meet my b*tch fire, burnt me first degree
In that Range I gotta pull up strong like I’m Hercules
Got three b*tches with me, they poppin’ they Perky’s with me
I got my Louis bag, I gotta keep 30 with me
I went from the Pyrex, now a ni**a poppin’ fly sh*t
I came from the projects, ni**a know I’ma die rich
Got a bad b*tch, chase a bag, and she 5’6″
Put it in the Rollie and you know it’s perfect timin’
Went and got a safe, got in the car, she was drivin’
I’ma pop my sh*t, you know a young ni**a shinin’, yeah
[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
I fu*k with bad b*tches, I got them big racks
Tryna feel the safe, ni**a, these ni**as big cap
Rollin’ the big body, I had the seat back
I need a bag, ni**a, fu*k all the chit-chat
And I spent a thousand on my shoes
Spent a hundred-twenty on the jewels
Twenty 50’s, this ain’t nothin’ new
I been in a coupe, ain’t got no roof
[Verse 2: Sash]
Lately, I been crossin’ out my ex’s
Put an X on her, that an X-b*tch
But the ass big like Texas
Hit it in the hills, crossin’ off my check list
She just gave my neck, she saw my necklace, oh sh*t
In LA on [?], eatin’ breakfast

Diamonds certified, you can test all this sh*t
I don’t give a fu*k, I be reckless
Me and Roddy skirt off in a coupe (Skrt)
Roddy don’t ever have a roof
She be givin’ neck up in the booth
We be smokin’ gas [?]
[Chorus: Roddy Ricch & Pressa]
I fu*k with bad b*tches, I got them big racks
Tryna feel the safe, ni**a, these ni**as big cap
Rollin’ the big body, I had the seat back
I need a bag, ni**a, fu*k all the chit-chat
And I spent a thousand on my shoes
Spent a hundred-twenty on the jewels
Twenty 50’s, this ain’t nothin’ new (Press)
I been in a coupe, ain’t got no roof (Yeah)
[Verse 3: Pressa]
I fu*k with bad b*tches (Bad), my ‘lil b*tch don’t listen (Nah)
Every time I’ll tell her right, she wanna do different (Why?)
My lil’ ni**a on the block gon’ shoot (Blah)
And I don’t love my Glock, I need a room (Rah)
Headshot, ni**a, then we skirt
And I don’t beg the label for a verse (Never)
I need that work, my lil’ b*tch need a purse (Ah)
She do the worst, and act like it don’t hurt, uh (Uh)
And, kush deadmihana got me paranoid (Yo)
My shooters they gon’ cut, might just hit a boy (Murder)
Came from trappin’ out the bando to a livin’ boy (Trap)
And they just might mistake me for a lil’ boy
[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
I fu*k with bad b*tches, I got them big racks
Tryna feel the safe, ni**a, these ni**as big cap
Rollin’ the big body, I had the seat back
I need a bag, ni**a, fu*k all the chit-chat
And I spent a thousand on my shoes
Spent a hundred-twenty on the jewels
Twenty 50’s, this ain’t nothin’ new
I been in a coupe, ain’t got no roof

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Pressa – Nothing New lyrics

Pressa

Nothing New lyrics

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Sash!,

Roddy Ricch,


Pressa – Nothing New lyrics

[Intro]
Tank God
[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
I fu*k with bad b*tches, I got them big racks
Tryna feel the safe, ni**a, these ni**as big cap
Rollin’ the big body, I had the seat back
I need a bag, ni**a, fu*k all the chit-chat
And I spent a thousand on my shoes
Spent a hundred-twenty on the jewels
Twenty 50’s, this ain’t nothin’ new
I been in a coupe, ain’t got no roof
[Verse 1: Roddy Ricch]
A ni**a been in my bag, ain’t no hurtin’ me, yeah
Pull up in that 911 like emergency
She wanna meet my b*tch fire, burnt me first degree
In that Range I gotta pull up strong like I’m Hercules
Got three b*tches with me, they poppin’ they Perky’s with me
I got my Louis bag, I gotta keep 30 with me
I went from the Pyrex, now a ni**a poppin’ fly sh*t
I came from the projects, ni**a know I’ma die rich
Got a bad b*tch, chase a bag, and she 5’6″
Put it in the Rollie and you know it’s perfect timin’
Went and got a safe, got in the car, she was drivin’
I’ma pop my sh*t, you know a young ni**a shinin’, yeah
[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
I fu*k with bad b*tches, I got them big racks
Tryna feel the safe, ni**a, these ni**as big cap
Rollin’ the big body, I had the seat back
I need a bag, ni**a, fu*k all the chit-chat
And I spent a thousand on my shoes
Spent a hundred-twenty on the jewels
Twenty 50’s, this ain’t nothin’ new
I been in a coupe, ain’t got no roof
[Verse 2: Sash]
Lately, I been crossin’ out my ex’s
Put an X on her, that an X-b*tch
But the ass big like Texas
Hit it in the hills, crossin’ off my check list
She just gave my neck, she saw my necklace, oh sh*t
In LA on [?], eatin’ breakfast

Diamonds certified, you can test all this sh*t
I don’t give a fu*k, I be reckless
Me and Roddy skirt off in a coupe (Skrt)
Roddy don’t ever have a roof
She be givin’ neck up in the booth
We be smokin’ gas [?]
[Chorus: Roddy Ricch & Pressa]
I fu*k with bad b*tches, I got them big racks
Tryna feel the safe, ni**a, these ni**as big cap
Rollin’ the big body, I had the seat back
I need a bag, ni**a, fu*k all the chit-chat
And I spent a thousand on my shoes
Spent a hundred-twenty on the jewels
Twenty 50’s, this ain’t nothin’ new (Press)
I been in a coupe, ain’t got no roof (Yeah)
[Verse 3: Pressa]
I fu*k with bad b*tches (Bad), my ‘lil b*tch don’t listen (Nah)
Every time I’ll tell her right, she wanna do different (Why?)
My lil’ ni**a on the block gon’ shoot (Blah)
And I don’t love my Glock, I need a room (Rah)
Headshot, ni**a, then we skirt
And I don’t beg the label for a verse (Never)
I need that work, my lil’ b*tch need a purse (Ah)
She do the worst, and act like it don’t hurt, uh (Uh)
And, kush deadmihana got me paranoid (Yo)
My shooters they gon’ cut, might just hit a boy (Murder)
Came from trappin’ out the bando to a livin’ boy (Trap)
And they just might mistake me for a lil’ boy
[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
I fu*k with bad b*tches, I got them big racks
Tryna feel the safe, ni**a, these ni**as big cap
Rollin’ the big body, I had the seat back
I need a bag, ni**a, fu*k all the chit-chat
And I spent a thousand on my shoes
Spent a hundred-twenty on the jewels
Twenty 50’s, this ain’t nothin’ new
I been in a coupe, ain’t got no roof

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Roddy Ricch – Nothing New lyrics

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Nothing New lyrics

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Pressa,

Sash!,


Roddy Ricch – Nothing New lyrics

[Intro]
Tank God
[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
I fu*k with bad b*tches, I got them big racks
Tryna feel the safe, ni**a, these ni**as big cap
Rollin’ the big body, I had the seat back
I need a bag, ni**a, fu*k all the chit-chat
And I spent a thousand on my shoes
Spent a hundred-twenty on the jewels
Twenty 50’s, this ain’t nothin’ new
I been in a coupe, ain’t got no roof
[Verse 1: Roddy Ricch]
A ni**a been in my bag, ain’t no hurtin’ me, yeah
Pull up in that 911 like emergency
She wanna meet my b*tch fire, burnt me first degree
In that Range I gotta pull up strong like I’m Hercules
Got three b*tches with me, they poppin’ they Perky’s with me
I got my Louis bag, I gotta keep 30 with me
I went from the Pyrex, now a ni**a poppin’ fly sh*t
I came from the projects, ni**a know I’ma die rich
Got a bad b*tch, chase a bag, and she 5’6″
Put it in the Rollie and you know it’s perfect timin’
Went and got a safe, got in the car, she was drivin’
I’ma pop my sh*t, you know a young ni**a shinin’, yeah
[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
I fu*k with bad b*tches, I got them big racks
Tryna feel the safe, ni**a, these ni**as big cap
Rollin’ the big body, I had the seat back
I need a bag, ni**a, fu*k all the chit-chat
And I spent a thousand on my shoes
Spent a hundred-twenty on the jewels
Twenty 50’s, this ain’t nothin’ new
I been in a coupe, ain’t got no roof
[Verse 2: Sash]
Lately, I been crossin’ out my ex’s
Put an X on her, that an X-b*tch
But the ass big like Texas
Hit it in the hills, crossin’ off my check list
She just gave my neck, she saw my necklace, oh sh*t
In LA on [?], eatin’ breakfast

Diamonds certified, you can test all this sh*t
I don’t give a fu*k, I be reckless
Me and Roddy skirt off in a coupe (Skrt)
Roddy don’t ever have a roof
She be givin’ neck up in the booth
We be smokin’ gas [?]
[Chorus: Roddy Ricch & Pressa]
I fu*k with bad b*tches, I got them big racks
Tryna feel the safe, ni**a, these ni**as big cap
Rollin’ the big body, I had the seat back
I need a bag, ni**a, fu*k all the chit-chat
And I spent a thousand on my shoes
Spent a hundred-twenty on the jewels
Twenty 50’s, this ain’t nothin’ new (Press)
I been in a coupe, ain’t got no roof (Yeah)
[Verse 3: Pressa]
I fu*k with bad b*tches (Bad), my ‘lil b*tch don’t listen (Nah)
Every time I’ll tell her right, she wanna do different (Why?)
My lil’ ni**a on the block gon’ shoot (Blah)
And I don’t love my Glock, I need a room (Rah)
Headshot, ni**a, then we skirt
And I don’t beg the label for a verse (Never)
I need that work, my lil’ b*tch need a purse (Ah)
She do the worst, and act like it don’t hurt, uh (Uh)
And, kush deadmihana got me paranoid (Yo)
My shooters they gon’ cut, might just hit a boy (Murder)
Came from trappin’ out the bando to a livin’ boy (Trap)
And they just might mistake me for a lil’ boy
[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
I fu*k with bad b*tches, I got them big racks
Tryna feel the safe, ni**a, these ni**as big cap
Rollin’ the big body, I had the seat back
I need a bag, ni**a, fu*k all the chit-chat
And I spent a thousand on my shoes
Spent a hundred-twenty on the jewels
Twenty 50’s, this ain’t nothin’ new
I been in a coupe, ain’t got no roof

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Post Malone – Antisocial** lyrics

Post Malone

Antisocial** lyrics

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Roddy Ricch,


Post Malone – Antisocial** lyrics

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[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
… you know
I got the brand new ride, hope I don’t crash
I’ve been tryna find your love
Please excuse me, I’m so antisocial (Yeah, yeah)
I’m antisocial
[Verse 1: Roddy Ricch]
I gotta work on my words don’t bring it through social media
Heard that chick being solo, I fu*k it, stroke it deep (Ayy)
I’ve been learning your tendencies and ain’t got no teacher (Ayy)
I put Xanax, Percocet inside my two liter (Ayy)
You know I did it, I’m so fast, like a cheetah
Yeah, yeah, what would you do to destroy me?

I was tryna treat you like some royalty (Yeah, yeah)
If I was broke, would you take on the lawyer fee?
I just got a bag and shoot up (Woo)
I just wanna go straight to Pluto
Got a red nose like Rudolph
My pockets big, sumo
I had the drive in the high school, I ain’t fu*k with Ju-Co, yeah
‘Cause you know, you know (Let’s go)
[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
… you know
I got the brand new ride, hope I don’t crash
I’ve been tryna find your love
Please excuse me, I’m so antisocial
I’m antisocial

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Roddy Ricch – Antisocial** lyrics

Roddy Ricch

Antisocial** lyrics

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Post Malone,


Roddy Ricch – Antisocial** lyrics

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[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
… you know
I got the brand new ride, hope I don’t crash
I’ve been tryna find your love
Please excuse me, I’m so antisocial (Yeah, yeah)
I’m antisocial
[Verse 1: Roddy Ricch]
I gotta work on my words don’t bring it through social media
Heard that chick being solo, I fu*k it, stroke it deep (Ayy)
I’ve been learning your tendencies and ain’t got no teacher (Ayy)
I put Xanax, Percocet inside my two liter (Ayy)
You know I did it, I’m so fast, like a cheetah
Yeah, yeah, what would you do to destroy me?

I was tryna treat you like some royalty (Yeah, yeah)
If I was broke, would you take on the lawyer fee?
I just got a bag and shoot up (Woo)
I just wanna go straight to Pluto
Got a red nose like Rudolph
My pockets big, sumo
I had the drive in the high school, I ain’t fu*k with Ju-Co, yeah
‘Cause you know, you know (Let’s go)
[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
… you know
I got the brand new ride, hope I don’t crash
I’ve been tryna find your love
Please excuse me, I’m so antisocial
I’m antisocial

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Travis Scott (Travi$ Scott) – I Don’t Know** lyrics

Travis Scott (Travi$ Scott)

I Don’t Know** lyrics

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Roddy Ricch,


Travis Scott (Travi$ Scott) – I Don’t Know** lyrics

*Lyrics from Snippet*
[Intro]
Sonic
[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
I don’t know why I keep sinnin’, I do it without love
I’m just tryna find a baby
All these drugs inside my system, I don’t know about love
I don’t know the feelin’, baby
I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know
I just take it day by day (Hey, yeah, yeah)
Drivin’ slow, I don’t know where I’m goin’
I’m just tryna get home to my baby
[Verse: Roddy Ricch]
You don’t know about the feeling of havin’ nobody
How you a shooter in your section and ain’t got nobody?

When I was broke my main b*tch left me for some Fendi
Once I got rich, she screamin’ “Roddy, please forgive me”
All this pain inside my body, I lock myself inside the room
But I ain’t cryin’, I can’t cry about it
If I ever said a b*tch ain’t made my heart cold
ni**a, I’d be lyin’, but I can’t lie about it
And you know winner, that’s my slime, that’s my slime (That’s my slime, that’s my slime)
I’ma die about it
Tryna get ready to go get the Rollie, when you buss it down, you holdin’ down the town
Inside the […]

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I Don’t Know** lyrics

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Roddy Ricch – I Don’t Know** lyrics

*Lyrics from Snippet*
[Intro]
Sonic
[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
I don’t know why I keep sinnin’, I do it without love
I’m just tryna find a baby
All these drugs inside my system, I don’t know about love
I don’t know the feelin’, baby
I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know
I just take it day by day (Hey, yeah, yeah)
Drivin’ slow, I don’t know where I’m goin’
I’m just tryna get home to my baby
[Verse: Roddy Ricch]
You don’t know about the feeling of havin’ nobody
How you a shooter in your section and ain’t got nobody?

When I was broke my main b*tch left me for some Fendi
Once I got rich, she screamin’ “Roddy, please forgive me”
All this pain inside my body, I lock myself inside the room
But I ain’t cryin’, I can’t cry about it
If I ever said a b*tch ain’t made my heart cold
ni**a, I’d be lyin’, but I can’t lie about it
And you know winner, that’s my slime, that’s my slime (That’s my slime, that’s my slime)
I’ma die about it
Tryna get ready to go get the Rollie, when you buss it down, you holdin’ down the town
Inside the […]

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PnB Rock – Fall In Love lyrics

PnB Rock

Fall In Love lyrics

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Roddy Ricch,


PnB Rock – Fall In Love lyrics

[Intro: Roddy Ricch]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
I ain’t never been in love, baby
My last b*tch turned me to a savage, why a ni**a can’t trust, baby
And a ni**a wanna know you for the real, ain’t no need for no rush, baby
Lot of late nights in the hills, nobody just us baby, yeah
And I’m sippin’ this Activist, got this dirty muddy in my cup, baby
‘Cause the last time a ni**a got hurt, I had to lean on these drugs, baby
I remember them late nights, ni**a had to call in my plug, baby
Then I made a promise, I can’t never fall in love, baby, yeah
[Verse 1: Roddy Ricch]
Shawty go easy on me, a ni**a ain’t loved in a minute
You’re fu*kin’ with a rich young ni**a, I done fell in love with the digits
Pulled up in a two door coupe, got to keep the windows tinted
She be screamin’, scratchin’, moanin’, bitin’ on a ni**a every time I’m in it, yeah
I wanna know the real meaning, yeah
Blow a thousand at Neiman’s, yeah
I just wanna show you that the money ain’t sh*t, bought a couple Balmain jeans, yeah
Shawty wanna stick to a ni**a like syrup, told her you can lean on me, yeah
I’m just askin’ you never turn a ni**a ’cause it’s never what it seems, yeah
Gave shawty all I had, now she screamin’ “Please don’t leave”
Introduced her to designer, gave a b*tch G’s on G’s
I was down bad, shawty slept on me
Then I bought a Benz coupe, fu*k it, get the AMG
[Chorus: Roddy Ricch & PnB Rock]
I ain’t never been in love, baby (In love)
My last b*tch turned me to a savage, why a ni**a can’t trust, baby (Can’t trust)
And a ni**a wanna know you for the real, ain’t no need for no rush, baby (No rush, no rush)
Lot of late nights in the hills, nobody just us baby, yeah (Just us, yeah)
And I’m sippin’ this Activist, got this dirty muddy in my cup, baby (My cup)
‘Cause the last time a ni**a got hurt, I had to lean on these drugs, baby (These drugs, these drugs)

I remember them late nights, ni**a had to call in my plug, baby (My plug)
Then I made a promise, I can’t never fall in love, baby, yeah (Never, oh yeah)
[Verse 2: PnB Rock]
I’ve been in love before (Yeah)
But I ain’t goin’ back no more (Never)
You can thank my last ho’ (Yeah)
She had me goin’ out sad though
It’s cool, I know b*tches gon’ choose
Only thing I’m missing is my roof
You see me winnin’, I can’t lose
Don’t need you, I got ho’s by the two
Ace of Spades, poppin’ that Ace of Spades
I know you sad now (Sad)
Broken heart, yeah, look what you started
I’m all in my bag now (Bag)
My new b*tch poppin’ them tags now (Tag)
[?] pretty lil’ thing in Chanel now (Bag)
I ain’t takin’ no more L’s now (L’s)
I ain’t cuffin’ no more, I done bailed out (Never)
I can’t never fall in love again
I can’t never get my trust again
Can’t go back to all them drugs again
You was screamin’ so I fu*ked your friend
I can’t never fall in love again
I can’t never get my trust again
Can’t go back to all them drugs again
You was screamin’ so I fu*ked your friend
[Chorus: Roddy Ricch & PnB Rock]
I ain’t never been in love, baby (In love)
My last b*tch turned me to a savage, why a ni**a can’t trust, baby (Can’t trust)
And a ni**a wanna know you for the real, ain’t no need for no rush, baby (No rush, no rush)
Lot of late nights in the hills, nobody just us baby, yeah (Just us, yeah)
And I’m sippin’ this Activist, got this dirty muddy in my cup, baby (My cup)
‘Cause the last time a ni**a got hurt, I had to lean on these drugs, baby (These drugs, these drugs)
I remember them late nights, ni**a had to call in my plug, baby (My plug)
Then I made a promise, I can’t never fall in love, baby, yeah (Never)

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Roddy Ricch

Fall In Love lyrics

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PnB Rock,


Roddy Ricch – Fall In Love lyrics

[Intro: Roddy Ricch]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
I ain’t never been in love, baby
My last b*tch turned me to a savage, why a ni**a can’t trust, baby
And a ni**a wanna know you for the real, ain’t no need for no rush, baby
Lot of late nights in the hills, nobody just us baby, yeah
And I’m sippin’ this Activist, got this dirty muddy in my cup, baby
‘Cause the last time a ni**a got hurt, I had to lean on these drugs, baby
I remember them late nights, ni**a had to call in my plug, baby
Then I made a promise, I can’t never fall in love, baby, yeah
[Verse 1: Roddy Ricch]
Shawty go easy on me, a ni**a ain’t loved in a minute
You’re fu*kin’ with a rich young ni**a, I done fell in love with the digits
Pulled up in a two door coupe, got to keep the windows tinted
She be screamin’, scratchin’, moanin’, bitin’ on a ni**a every time I’m in it, yeah
I wanna know the real meaning, yeah
Blow a thousand at Neiman’s, yeah
I just wanna show you that the money ain’t sh*t, bought a couple Balmain jeans, yeah
Shawty wanna stick to a ni**a like syrup, told her you can lean on me, yeah
I’m just askin’ you never turn a ni**a ’cause it’s never what it seems, yeah
Gave shawty all I had, now she screamin’ “Please don’t leave”
Introduced her to designer, gave a b*tch G’s on G’s
I was down bad, shawty slept on me
Then I bought a Benz coupe, fu*k it, get the AMG
[Chorus: Roddy Ricch & PnB Rock]
I ain’t never been in love, baby (In love)
My last b*tch turned me to a savage, why a ni**a can’t trust, baby (Can’t trust)
And a ni**a wanna know you for the real, ain’t no need for no rush, baby (No rush, no rush)
Lot of late nights in the hills, nobody just us baby, yeah (Just us, yeah)
And I’m sippin’ this Activist, got this dirty muddy in my cup, baby (My cup)
‘Cause the last time a ni**a got hurt, I had to lean on these drugs, baby (These drugs, these drugs)

I remember them late nights, ni**a had to call in my plug, baby (My plug)
Then I made a promise, I can’t never fall in love, baby, yeah (Never, oh yeah)
[Verse 2: PnB Rock]
I’ve been in love before (Yeah)
But I ain’t goin’ back no more (Never)
You can thank my last ho’ (Yeah)
She had me goin’ out sad though
It’s cool, I know b*tches gon’ choose
Only thing I’m missing is my roof
You see me winnin’, I can’t lose
Don’t need you, I got ho’s by the two
Ace of Spades, poppin’ that Ace of Spades
I know you sad now (Sad)
Broken heart, yeah, look what you started
I’m all in my bag now (Bag)
My new b*tch poppin’ them tags now (Tag)
[?] pretty lil’ thing in Chanel now (Bag)
I ain’t takin’ no more L’s now (L’s)
I ain’t cuffin’ no more, I done bailed out (Never)
I can’t never fall in love again
I can’t never get my trust again
Can’t go back to all them drugs again
You was screamin’ so I fu*ked your friend
I can’t never fall in love again
I can’t never get my trust again
Can’t go back to all them drugs again
You was screamin’ so I fu*ked your friend
[Chorus: Roddy Ricch & PnB Rock]
I ain’t never been in love, baby (In love)
My last b*tch turned me to a savage, why a ni**a can’t trust, baby (Can’t trust)
And a ni**a wanna know you for the real, ain’t no need for no rush, baby (No rush, no rush)
Lot of late nights in the hills, nobody just us baby, yeah (Just us, yeah)
And I’m sippin’ this Activist, got this dirty muddy in my cup, baby (My cup)
‘Cause the last time a ni**a got hurt, I had to lean on these drugs, baby (These drugs, these drugs)
I remember them late nights, ni**a had to call in my plug, baby (My plug)
Then I made a promise, I can’t never fall in love, baby, yeah (Never)

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Roddy Ricch – 100 SHOOTERS** lyrics

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100 SHOOTERS** lyrics


Roddy Ricch – 100 SHOOTERS** lyrics

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Rolls Royce pull up wit a hunnid shooters
Imma slide with Gunna, dats my brudda brudda
All my ni**as gone board on the jet

Got a hunnid ni**as aiming at his neck
I got big racks, I’m cutting a check
I put blue seats inside the Vett
Spend a hunnid on

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ni**as moving backwards in the streets, can’t relate
Feeling like I’m Nipsey, I just hustle, motivate (Motivate)

We was on the back streets, running from the jakes
We had a shootout and robbery caught in the same tape

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Doggin The Grave** lyrics

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ni**as moving backwards in the streets, can’t relate
Feeling like I’m Nipsey, I just hustle, motivate (Motivate)

We was on the back streets, running from the jakes
We had a shootout and robbery caught in the same tape

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