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letra de blues clues - roddy ricch

[intro: roddy ricch]
cashmoneyap
hundred, [?]
hoppin’ out the lear, ay
[?], ayy
i’ve been off the lean, yeah, yeah

[chorus: roddy ricch]
just hopped off the lear
this my ballin’ year
b-tch i got racks on me, got stacks on me, i roll around in my check
and i got the black coupe with the [?], got the pointers all on my neck
i’ve been countin’ up blue faces, got me like oooh, ooh
flooded a bad b-tch, had to pullin’ up in a new coupe
got the blue interior, i feel like blues clues
’cause my dawgs piru they throw a su-woo
he can’t walk in my shoes, these louis boots

[verse 1: roddy ricch]
hey
lately i’ve been ballin’ hard, rich man on my letterman
two bands on my vitamins
a young n-gga fly like a jet again
when i touch down like a redskin
’bout to touch a hunnid n-gga bad team
b-tches on me ’cause my neck as wet as them
in the section i don’t wanna let ’em it
project n-gga, i just turned rich, ayy
a young n-gga stayed down, i done waited my turn, b-tch
and if your main b-tch let the whole squad hit, burn the b-tch
i got the whole squad on [?] ’cause we earn the sh-t, ayy
i want the bigger bag, yeah, yeah
these n-ggas really mad, yeah, yeah
b-tch i’m the hottest n-gga, had to cool it down like a ceiling fan, yeah, yeah
and i just f-cked shawty, had to kick her out but she still a fan, yeah, yeah
i had a rough start, now i’m up, in the city i’m the man, yeah, yeah

[verse 2: calboy]
foreign b-tches [?] on me
b-tch i be movin’ like the president
they see a young n-gga relevent
but i need more ’cause i can’t get content (yeah)
vv’s all on my head, shine like a chandelier
i shine past my [?]
this my ballin’ year
ain’t really into lane switchin’
me and roddy we the same n-ggas
dirty [?], mulsanne with us
gang sign, when we take picture
free my brother [?] ’bout to change game
know you [?] fight [?] tryna maintain
spend these hunnids every time i walk past
[?] n-ggas with ’bout fifty racks in the louis bag

[chorus: roddy ricch & calboy]
just hopped off the lear (yeah)
this my ballin’ year (yeah)
b-tch i got racks on me, got stacks on me, i roll around in my check
and i got the black coupe with the [?], got the pointers all on my neck (my neck)
i’ve been countin’ up blue faces, got me like oooh, ooh
flooded a bad b-tch, had to pullin’ up in a new coupe
got the blue interior, i feel like blues clues
’cause my dawgs piru they throw a su-woo
he can’t walk in my shoes, these louis boots

- roddy ricch

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