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- Roddy Ricch rock star 歌詞
- DaBaby Roddy Ricch
- Woo woo
I pull up like
How you pull up Baby how you pull up
Oh oh oh
How you pull up I pull up
Woo Seth in the kitchen
Let's go
Brand new Lamborghini f**k a cop car
With the pistol on my hip like I'm a cop
Yeah yeah yeah
Have you ever met a real n***a rockstar
This ain't no guitar b***h this a Glock
Woo
My Glock told me to promise you gon' squeeze me
Woo
You better let me go the day you need me
Woo
Soon as you up me on that n***a get to bustin'
Woo
And if I ain't enough go get the chop
It's safe to say I earned it ain't a n***a gave me nothin'
Yeah yeah yeah
I'm ready to hop out on a n***a get to bustin'
Know you heard me say 'You play you lay'
Don't make me push the button
Full of pain dropped enough tears to fill up a f**kin' bucket
Goin' for buckets I bought a chopper
I got a big drum it hold a hundred ain't goin' for nothin'
I'm ready to air it out on all these n***as I can see 'em runnin'
Just talked to my mama she hit me on FaceTime
Just to check up on me and my brother
I'm really the baby
She know that her youngest son was always guaranteed to get the money
Okay let's go
She know that her baby boy was always guaranteed to get the loot
She know what I do she know 'fore I run from a n***a
I'ma pull it out and shoot
Boom
PTSD I'm always waking up in cold sweats like I got the flu
My daughter a G she saw me kill a n***a in front of her
Before the age of two
And I'll kill another n***a too
'Fore I let another n***a do somethin' to you
Long as you know that don't let nobody tell you different
Daddy love you
Yeah yeah
DaBaby/Roddy Ricch：
Let's go
Brand new Lamborghini f**k a cop car
With the pistol on my hip like I'm a cop
Yeah yeah yeah
Have you ever met a real n***a rockstar
This ain't no guitar b***h this a Glock
Woo
My Glock told me to promise you gon' squeeze me
Woo
You better let me go the day you need me
Woo
Soon as you up me on that n ***a get to bustin'
Woo yeah
And if I ain't enough go get the chop
Yeah yeah
Roddy Ricch：
Keep a Glocky when I ride in the Suburban
'Cause the codeine had a young n***a swervin'
I got the mop watch me wash 'em like detergent
And I'm ballin' that's why it's diamonds on my jersey
Slide on opps' side and flip the block back yeah yeah
My junior popped him and left him lopsided yeah yeah
We spin his block got the rebound Dennis Rodman
Fool me one time you can't cross me again
Twelve hundred horsepower I get lost in the wind
If he talkin' on the yard the pen' dogs'll take his chin
Maybach SUV for my refugees
Buy blocks in the hood put money in the streets
I was solo when the opps caught me at the gas station
Had it on me thirty thousand thought it was my last day
But they ain't even want no smoke
If I had to choose it murder what she wrote
DaBaby：
Let's go
Brand new Lamborghini f**k a cop car
With the pistol on my hip like I'm a cop
Yeah yeah yeah
Have you ever met a real n***a rockstar
This ain't no guitar b***h this a Glock
Woo
My Glock told me to promise you gon' squeeze me
Woo
You better let me go the day you need me
Woo
Soon as you up me on that n***a get to bustin'
Woo
And if I ain't enough go get the chop
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