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letra de ricch vibes - roddy ricch

[intro]
this boy got a hit

[verse]
i just want you hear me when i pull up, skrrt
have a conversation, don’t wanna see you hurt
you ain’t settle for him ’cause you know your worth
got it from the mud i got it out the dirt
these b-tches tell you anything to get up in your pocket
these b-tches f-cking with me cause they know i’m all poppin’
pull up in the i8 had these b-tches jaw droppin’
she wanna go to my place, had these jaw droppin’
i gotta tell my feelings gotta tell the truth
you could be for these b-tches they won’t be for you
i had a down b-tch i ain’t know what to do
i had to chase this rap sh-t and go get the loot
and i don’t mean that i ain’t give the world to my b-tch
i know she was down so she deserve to be rich
shorty i’ma go and get you birkin bags
that rolls royce, you can be the first to have it
if i see it, i’ma grab it
take you to atlanta, we gon flood out magic
and you not by my side, shawty, i can’t imagine
you make me choosin’ you but you know rap my p-ssion
i ain’t tryna play you this not on demand
tryna run that check up tryna get them bands
that b-tch is my fan i am not your man
i don’t know these b-tches they just want my sand
blow up twenty piece cause i know i can
put it on a ring so i can ask your hand
i’m just tryna blow up while i’m on tour
so i can have the flowers hoppin’ out the benz
look at you it’s like lookin the mirror
bought you cartier’s know you seeing clearer
i bought that new ferrari we gon take to dinner
come f-ck with double r we some f-cking winners
get your best friend i call chris he can tag team along
talkin bout my feelins i ain’t tryna brag too long
i’m just tryna tell you that i’m all yours
shopping bags, we can have a car full
slide down the window while i pour it up
backwoods had the windows rolled up
just make sure that you never ever use me
cause i can never f-ck with none these groupies
your friends tryna tell you that i ain’t the right n-gga
don’t listen to em they tryna have no life with ya
just hang em up don’t let them break the frame on my picture
they f-ck the same n-ggas these b-tches won’t ride with you
see i’m just tryna tell you how i feel inside
turn this music on when you ain’t feeling right
turn on roddy ricch when n-ggas tryna vibe
i’m in your mind, i’m in your mind

[outro]
aye i’m in your mind
aye, aye, tell em i’m in your mind
aye, shawty do you mind
can i just vibe, aye
aye don’t break the frame on my picture
hey these b-tches they won’t ride with you
tryna take you to the sky, ride with me
hey baby i just wanna take you high
fly with me, aye
hey, yeah, yeah, yeah
hey, hey, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, hey
this boy got a hit

- roddy ricch

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