letra de hibachi - roddy ricch
[intro]
(wheezy outta here)
[pre-chorus: roddy ricch]
what a n-gga do, you don’t ever appreciate
you give me attitude, i just might go cheat today
it’s 2021, so i plan on lead the way
i been plottin’ my in’s and out’s, and n-gga gotta put my cheese away
[chorus: roddy ricch]
took a bad b-tch to hibachi in huaraches
got too many jewels on my squad, f-ck a n-z-
two hundred fifty cash, hit j-pan and get some chopsticks
i’ve been with lil’ man, countin’ up bands, i ain’t gotta drop sh-t
what’s your eta? i ain’t even eat today
i know some n-gga ‘cross the street sell it for a cheaper rate
still gotta run it up, run it up like i don’t got sh-t
always say f-ck these n-ggas and these b-tches ’cause they fake
[verse 1: kodak black]
more money than you lil’ boys, it ain’t no reason for me to hate
anybody try my sh-t, i’m tryna shoot ’em in they face
they know i’m a demon, caught somebody ’round the way
yeah, i pull up speedin’, but n-gga, i ain’t tryna race
young n-gga on the scene, i got my rollie stickin’ up
everybody with more band, they already know we glizzied up
shoot past in the county jail, rockin’ yves saint laurent
f-ckin’ on a cracker b-tch, britney minaj
[verse 2: 21 savage]
f-ck ’em all, we gon’ ball
stand tall, never fall
bad b-tch answer every time i call (21)
got my glock, use protection, i don’t hit her raw (on god)
eatin’ noodles in the trenches where they break the law (p-ssy)
p-ss me off, i just might cheat, i got a bad reflex (21)
i got tattoos in my face but i like r&b s-x (21)
hit a couple flight attendants ’cause i ride big jets
and i still ain’t met a b-tch that i’ll pay to keep yet
that’s deep (21)
savage own his masters, ain’t no shackles on my feet (facts)
know they takin’ pictures tryna calculate a g (rats)
i got tunnel vision, need binoculars to see (21)
took her to hibachi, all she wanted was my meat (facts)
gang hit the corner, n-gga stopped, dropped and freeze (p-ssy)
vvs diamonds in my ear, christmas eve (21)
your lil’ b-tch a thot, you need a dna from steve (on god)
my brother sellin’ p’s, he say his money grow on trees (21, 21, 21, 21)
[pre-chorus: roddy ricch]
what a n-gga do, you don’t ever appreciate
you give me attitude, i just might go cheat today
it’s 2021, so i plan on lead the way
i been plottin’ my in’s and out’s, and n-gga gotta put my cheese away
[outro: roddy ricch]
took a bad b-tch to hibachi in huaraches
got too many jewels on my squad, f-ck a n-z-
two hundred fifty cash, hit j-pan and get some chopsticks
i’ve been with lil’ man, countin’ up bands, i ain’t gotta drop sh-t
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