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letra de start wit me (trap symphony version) - roddy ricch

[chorus]
i been done ride through another n-gga city
i got a brand new draco with me
clip got thirty-three, scottie pippen
b-tch n-gga ain’t heard of me, i got a richard
drippin’, my sweatsuit givenchy
i brought my strap in the party
and my diamonds offset like cardi
got a bad b-tch with me, she a barbie, huh
you don’t wanna start with me

[verse 1]
got some hood n-ggas postin’ in le jardin
i have his n-gga on back of a carton
spend larry bird, thirty-three on cartier
i got thirty-three b-tches with me
i’ma float through the city sippin’ on some chardonnay
f-ck it, i’ma buy it out the bar today
f-ck it, i’m buying out barney’s, yay
i’ma hang with the g-ngb-ngers
he only hang with the feds and the rats and the mice
if my young n-gga pull up with the bullets
i’ma pull up with the strap, we gon’ get him on sight
we gon’ make a thriller like mike
car candy painted, mike and ike
and my diamonds lookin’ like a light
i’ma fly a private like a kite
got the bentley coupe in china white

[chorus: roddy ricch]
i been done ride through another n-gga city
i got a brand new draco with me
clip got thirty-three, scottie pippen
b-tch n-gga ain’t heard of me, i got a richard
drippin’, my sweatsuit givenchy
i brought my strap in the party
and my diamonds offset like cardi
got a bad b-tch with me, she a barbie, huh
you don’t wanna start with me

[verse 2]
no, you don’t wanna start with me (no, you don’t wanna start with me)
n-ggas pull up with glock, ak’s and tec’s (uh-huh)
runnin’ up your whole block like a full court press
no, you don’t wanna start with me (no, you don’t wanna start with me)
no, you don’t wanna start with me (no, you don’t wanna start with me)
i know cold-hearted demons, they can smell your flesh (uh-huh)
walk up on a p-ssy n-gga, shoot him dead in the chest
no, you don’t wanna start with me (nah)
made a lot of plays, hood got j’s
i kept me a bag with some hard in it (hard in it)
rappin’, made a name
now i get paid for a stage, i keep a guitar with me (‘tar with me)
executive, ayy, black president escalade
bulletproof with a bar in it (bar in it)
go against it, it gon’ be a hard ending (hard ending)
i f-cked and left, i hope it ain’t no hard feelings (nah)
was broke as f-ck, that’s how i started drug dealin’ (drug)
get some millions, it’ll make a n-gga love livin’
andrew jackson, my lil’ niece and nephew love twenties
me and roddy got a get it out the mud business
made a hundred racks on a c-day
made a million dollars on a weekday
fifteen thousand on a cheap day
whippin’ up dope like a deep dish
junkies outside, no rebates

[chorus]
i been done ride through another n-gga city
i got a brand new draco with me
clip got thirty-three, scottie pippen
b-tch n-gga ain’t heard of me, i got a richard
drippin’, my sweatsuit givenchy
i brought my strap in the party
and my diamonds offset like cardi
got a bad b-tch with me, she a barbie, huh
you don’t wanna start with me

- roddy ricch

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