Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lips Closed (Featuring Roddy Ricch), artist - Cash GottiDate of issue: 30.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Lips Closed (Featuring Roddy Ricch) |
| Better keep your lips closed |
| We don’t miss no |
| With the pistol |
| Let my wrist roll on em |
| I done kick doors |
| I done whip fours |
| Let that bitch go |
| Phantom whip rose on em |
| These niggas nothing like me |
| Thumbing like me |
| Take loss bounce back |
| And stay a hundred like me |
| I put a bag on my bitch |
| And now she stunning like me |
| A dirty bag on the block |
| And keep a hundred OT |
| And it was me and all the dawgs in a huddle |
| Can’t believe that homie told dawg need a muzzle |
| Issa little different when you coming from the struggle |
| Forever humble I really grew up in the jungle |
| And my whole hood praying that we win tho |
| Couple millies everybody hopping outta Benzos |
| Still I keep a ski mask |
| Free bands feel like free cash |
| Now I do the Dolce and Gabbana |
| Drop topping when I breeze past |
| Better keep your lips closed |
| We don’t miss no |
| With the pistol |
| Let my wrist roll on em |
| I done kick doors |
| I done whip fours |
| Let that bitch go |
| Phantom whip rose on em |
| Better keep your lips closed |
| We don’t miss no |
| With the pistol |
| Let my wrist roll on em |
| I done kick doors |
| I done whip fours |
| Let that bitch go |
| Phantom whip rose on em |
| I was 17 in the project when I was whippin the rolls |
| I was 16 hit my first lick and I was kicking in doors |
| Put that water on my Rollie and my wrist damn near froze |
| Cause these streets so cold |
| Gotta watch where you steppin |
| Sipping this codeine for my problems that my medicine |
| I whipping this white ghost from god that shit was heaven sent |
| Bad bitches with me I keep diamonds on they melanin |
| Cash out on the Louis V sneakers |
| Nigga I got 7 of them |
| Nigga I been ballin in and out of season |
| I was in a jail cell |
| Now I’m overseas again |
| Cop the new Richard Millie for rich nigga reasonin |
| I gotta lot of sauce nigga I been selling seasonin |
| Better keep your lips closed |
| We don’t miss no |
| With the pistol |
| Let my wrist roll on em |
| I done kick doors |
| I done whip fours |
| Let that bitch go |
| Phantom whip rose on em |
| Better keep your lips closed |
| We don’t miss no |
| With the pistol |
| Let my wrist roll on em |
| I done kick doors |
| I done whip fours |
| Let that bitch go |
| Phantom whip rose on em |