| I just want you hear me when I pull up skirt
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| Have a conversation don’t wanna see you hurt
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| You ain’t settle for him 'cause you know your worth
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| Got it from the mud I got it out the dirt
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| These bitches tell you anything to get into your pocket
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| These bitches fucking with me 'cause they know I’m all vibes
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| Pull up in the i8 and these bitches jaw dropping
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| She wan' roll up my plate tell them bitches go drop it
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| See, I gots all my feeling gotta tell the truth
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| You could be for these bitches they won’t be for you
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| I had a down bitch I ain’t know what to do
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| I had to check this rap shit and go get the lube
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| And I don’t mean that I ain’t give the world to my bitch
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| I know she was down so she deserve to be rich
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| Shorty I wan' go and get you Birkin bags
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| That Rolls Royce you can be the first to have it
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| If I see it, I’m a grab it
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| Take you to Atlanta we gon' flood out magic
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| You not by my side shorty I can’t imagine
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| You make me choosing you but you know rap my passion
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| I ain’t tryna play you this not on the map
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| Tryna run that check up tryna get them bands
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| That bitch ain’t my fan I am not your man
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| I don’t know these bitches they just want my sand
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| Blow up twenty piece 'cause I know I can
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| Put it on a ring so I can axe your hand
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| I’m just tryna blow up while I’m on tour
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| So I can have the flowers hopping off that Benz
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| Look at you it’s like look in the mirror
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| Bought you Cartier’s now you seeing clearer
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| I bought that new Ferrari gon' take it dinner
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| Come fuck with double R we some fucking winners
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| Get your best friend I call Chris he can tag team along
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| Talking bout my feelings I ain’t tryna brag too long
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| I’m just tryna tell you that I’m all yours
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| Shopping bags, we can have a car full
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| Slide down the window while I pull up
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| Backwoods had the windows rolled up
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| Just make sure that you never ever use me
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| 'Cause I can never fuck with none these groupies
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| Your friend tryna tell you that I ain’t the right nigga
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| Don’t listen to em they ain’t tryna handle life with you
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| Just hang em up don’t let them break the frame of my picture
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| They fuck the same niggas these bitches won’t ride with you
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| See I’m just tryna tell you how I feel inside
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| Turn this music on when you ain’t feeling right
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| Turn on Roddy Ricch when niggas tryna vibe
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| I’m in your mind, I’m in your mind
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| Aye I’m in your mind
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| Aye, aye, tell em I’m in your mind
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| Aye, shorty do you mind
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| Can I just vibe, aye
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| Aye can’t break the frame of my vision
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| Hey these bitches they won’t ride with you
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| Tryna take you to the sky, ride with me
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| Hey baby I just wanna take you high
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| Fly with me, aye
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| Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Hey, hey, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, hey
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| This boy got a hit |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ricch Vibes , by - Roddy Ricch. Song from the album Feed tha Streets, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп