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don’t i by Roddy Ricch
[Roddy Ricch:]
Ayy, draped my dog in that Jesus piece
Pray to God he gon’ touch a B
Charge four hundred ’cause the talk ain’t cheap
I still got lil’ niggas ’round that corner
I’m still gon’ be up if I die today
I came through crashing like a tidal wave
I got this sh*t on lock, don’t I?
And I got your b**ch on lock, don’t I?
I got the dick make her toxic, don’t I?
I got the sh*t make ’em plot, don’t I?
I was in the Chi’ town with Ye makin’ Donda
I gotta buy up the block, don’t I?
I got a lot of sh*t to pop, don’t I?
And she got that lil’ WAP, don’t she?
I know how to hit a spot, don’t I?
She addicted to my expensive aroma
At the stove makin’ Rice-A-Roni
I don’t take your advice, you can show me
Had to put some privacy trees around the villa ’cause I know the neighbors too nosey
Turned twenty-three, then I poured up an eight in my soda ’cause I miss Kobe
Can’t depend on you niggas, I move like I’m Jigga, I get the B’s on my lonely
That internet chat, you a chatty Patty
On a golf course, but I ain’t got no caddy
I like when her head screwed on straight
I make sure you gon’ eat with your own plate
Niggas talkin’ that tough on the long shot
I told my lil’ b**ch how to take care of a nigga
I like when she text, “What you on, bae?”
A lot of these niggas talk sh*t, but they ain’t ’bout it
I ain’t Lil Baby, but I get four pockets full
Roddy pulling up in the drop with the wolves
I want my b**ch to have money like Oprah
You know she special, I’m picky and I chose her
Starter kit came with an outer space rover
She like to travel and travel and travel, so I flew her out and back to California
Ayy, draped my dog in that Jesus piece
Pray to God he gon’ touch a B
Charge four hundred ’cause the talk ain’t cheap
I still got lil’ niggas ’round that corner
I’m still gon’ be up if I die today
I came through crashing like a tidal wave
I got this sh*t on lock, don’t I?
And I got your b**ch on lock, don’t I?
I got the dick make her toxic, don’t I?
I got the sh*t make ’em plot, don’t I?
I was in the Chi’ town with Ye makin’ Donda
I gotta buy up the block, don’t I?
I got a lot of sh*t to pop, don’t I?
And she got that lil’ WAP, don’t she?
I know how to hit a spot, don’t I?
She addicted to my expensive aroma
Real geeker, turn your b**ch to a stoner
We real P’s, that’s why your b**ch pulled up on us
Don’t f**k with suckers, we can never condone ’em
Ain’t a ho, but I came up off a corner
We ride the Rolls truck whenever I wanna
We count the rolls, I got new bigger pointers
White pretty toes walking to the young Gunna
My b**ch hot and wet, she remind me of a sauna
My car Neighborhood blue, the same color Kroger
Keep icing my neck and my wrist like it’s swollen
The doc’ tryna get the codeine out my colon
This sh*t starting to sound like a hit, don’t it?
f**k all that cap, Gunna gon’ say some sh*t that will make you go turn up your clique, don’t it?
All the time, I’m making sense, don’t I?
I go viral with a fit, don’t I?
I add bile to this sh*t, don’t I?
I’m inspired by the glist’ of the wrist, you’d do the same if you rich, don’t lie
Sixty K for the bracelet, spent over three million with Elliot, no lie
Every state and every city, sold out
Pick a target, I’ma hit it, don’t I? [Roddy Ricch:] Draped my dog in that Jesus piece
Pray to God he gon’ touch a B
Charge four hundred ’cause the talk ain’t cheap
I still got lil’ niggas ’round that corner
I’m still gon’ be up if I die today
I came through crashing like a tidal wave
I got this sh*t on lock, don’t I?
And I got your b**ch on lock, don’t I?
I got the dick make her toxic, don’t I?
I got the sh*t make ’em plot, don’t I?
I was in the Chi’ town with Ye makin’ Donda
I gotta buy up the block, don’t I?
I got a lot of sh*t to pop, don’t I?
And she got that lil’ WAP, don’t she?
I know how to hit a spot, don’t I?
She addicted to my expensive aroma [Gunna:] This sh*t starting to sound like a hit, don’t it?
[Roddy Ricch:] Starter kit came with an outer space Rover
[Gunna:] Car Neighborhood blue, the same color Kroger
[Roddy Ricch:] You know she special, I’m picky and I chose her
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