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letra de area codes - roddy ricch

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[chorus]
i got different hoes, in different area codes (woo, woo)
i feel like luda, hop out with the shooters (woo, woo)
if i’m gon’ cuff that b-tch, gotta make sure that her head right (woo, woo)
got a red beam, caught him sleepin’ at the red light
these n-ggas been cappin’, i can’t do that sh-t no mo’ (woo, woo)
if a n-gga wasn’t real, he can’t be around ricch no more (no)
hit it one time, i can’t even f-ck no more (woo, woo)
made a million, i don’t even count no more (woo, woo)

[verse 1]
rare talk, yeah, talk, i’m gettin’ to the bag, n-gga
n-ggas call me goyard roddy ’cause a n-gga hoppin’ out my bag, n-gga
never fell in love with a b-tch ’cause ricch ain’t goin’ out sad, n-gga
i was just choppin’ it up with meek, now i hop out the wag’, n-gga
whippin’ up dope, got the re-work, spilled it on my t-shirt
that justin bieber, she love my trap demeanor
how you n-ggas say you robbin’, you ain’t never make the news (never made the news)
countin’ up 10 racks, then i got some brand new shoes
i got a brown skin bad as meagan good
pullin’ up panamera when i’m in my hood
n-ggas think i made a million off the drugs
take care of my dawgs on death row like i’m suge (yeah, yeah)

[chorus]
i got different hoes, in different area codes (woo, woo)
i feel like luda, hop out with the shooters (woo, woo)
if i’m gon’ cuff that b-tch, gotta make sure that her head right (woo, woo)
got a red beam, caught him sleepin’ at the red light
these n-ggas been cappin’, i can’t do that sh-t no mo’ (woo, woo)
if a n-gga wasn’t real, he can’t be around ricch no more (no)
hit it one time, i can’t even f-ck no more (woo, woo)
made a million, i don’t even count no more (woo, woo)

[verse 2]
i just f-cked her then i kicked her, no romancin’
she just like me ’cause my diamonds dancin’ like a ballerina
if a n-gga movin’ by myself, then i gotta have a nina
told that b-tch i only want her, i ain’t never ever need her
gotta get a puma deal, waitin’ on my call for memory
slangin’ that white girl, miley cyrus, but my plug vietnamese
see all these n-ggas hate me ’cause i got these racks on me
and my diamonds water, b-tch, i spent a dub for the submarine
i got a new broad in every city i’ve been steppin’ in
i hopped on the private with louis v luggage
i got a new bag and hopped in the benz
got the new cartier gl-sses
i’m crippin’, lil’ n-gga, the navy blue tinted the lens
i just need benjamins, i don’t need no friends

[chorus]
i got different hoes, in different area codes (woo, woo)
i feel like luda, hop out with the shooters (woo, woo)
if i’m gon’ cuff that b-tch, gotta make sure that her head right (woo, woo)
got a red beam, caught him sleepin’ at the red light
these n-ggas been cappin’, i can’t do that sh-t no mo’ (woo, woo)
if a n-gga wasn’t real, he can’t be around ricch no more (no)
hit it one time, i can’t even f-ck no more (woo, woo)
made a million, i don’t even count no more (woo, woo)

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