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letra de peta - roddy ricch

[intro: meek mill]
yeah, yeah

[chorus: meek mill]
i used to f-ck up my re-up
now, it’s the jet with my feet up
i got the money and power
and none of these n-ggas can see us
i’m rocking furs on furs (furs)
i’m probably beefing with peta
i gotta pay her to leave her
it’s probably cheaper to keep her

[post-chorus: roddy ricch]
i keep like twenty racks inside the lamb’ truck, a n-gga slidin’ dawg
i just put twenty racks on his head, a young n-gga slidin’, dawg
i get a bag, then double it (double it)
all of that talk, it ain’t adding up (adding up)
these n-ggas calling a peace treaty
b-tch, i’ve been turning the static up

[verse 1: roddy ricch]
n-gga, i’m turning the savage up (savage up)
bentley, rolls royce in the fleet, ayy
i bet that cannon got reach
i still keep it under the seat
i pile the rubberbands for a living, i might keep the racks in a mink (mink)
and i got fiji on me, she mistake my patek for the sink
i was in dallas at v live, 100 combs [?] in the chain like a bee hive
he say he want the static with a n-gga, seen him in the streets, he ain’t tryna be ’bout it, ayy
d-mn all the cripping, it’s serious (serious)
bluefaces in my ameries (ameries)
we got a sprinter of hoes coming in, i like my baby, just curious
i just ordered up a rolls royce truck with the gucci interior (interior), ayy
when i was bending the block with the lasers out, they though it was christmas
up the block and knock his braces out, we got ’em slipping
we was working out that vacant house, god, forgive me (forgive me)

[verse 2: meek mill]
uh, they was wondering what meek’d do
yellow lamb’, look like pikachu
back to back in them roll royce, jumpin’ out them ghosts playing peekaboo
ini, mini, mini, mo, see a bad b-tch, i could peek her boo
rolls royce to the chopper, chopper to the jet, cali’, a week or two
ayy, all of that talk, it ain’t addin’ up
i’ve just been lowerin’ them ladders up
i heard they say they gon’ rob me
i hope them n-ggas can back it up (back it up)
n-ggas quit all that acting tough
see you, we turning our savage up (savage up)
swim in the [?], drip and drown, n-gga
f-ck it, i’m flying the patek up (patek up)
f-ckin’ that b-tch like i’m mad at her
i never play with that p-ssy (p-ssy)
i keep some hittas with rachets tucked
all of them k!llers, don’t push me (push me)
n-gga you balling on rookie (rookie)
this sh-t is hall of fame (fame)
i got 2 k’s, they jealous of each other, i’m treatin’ them all the same (same)
i got too many b-tch that i’m takin’ care of and they all complain (complain)
i never trippin’ ’bout none of these b-tches ’cause it’s all a game (game)
i paid the cost for fame
i even see in my dawg [?]
just for the love of the money and chains
remember we said that we never would change
remember we said that we never would switch
i made the call, let ’em get hit
way that i’m built, never could snitch
n-ggas get k!lled, f-ck ’em, we diss
f-cking with us, i took my re-up and doubled it up
baking soda started bubbling up
they tried to throw the kid under the bus, now i’m running it up

[post-chorus: roddy ricch]
i keep like twenty racks inside the lamb’ track, a n-gga slidin’ dawg
i just put twenty racks on his head, a young n-gga slidin’, dawg
i get a bag, then double it (double it)
all of that talk, it ain’t adding up (adding up)
these n-ggas calling a peace treaty
b-tch, i’ve been turning the static up

- roddy ricch

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