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@Gethin

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Moved On (feat. Lil' Key) - Latto

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@Daniel

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Lil Baby Anthony | Lil Baby | Lil Baby

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@Elise

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Lil Baby AnthonyLil Baby

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@Tyra

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(Yeah)Got them racks, ice attack (Bling)You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay)When you gone, smoke your packI fell back (Okay), Now I'm back (Okay)Got them racks (Okay), ice attack (Okay)You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay)When you gone (Okay), smoke your pack (Okay)I fell back (Okay), now I'm back (Okay)Flooded watch, drop top (Skrrt)f*ck 12, f*ck the opps (Okay)Wrist broke (Whip, whip) in the potSelling rocks (Okay), on the block (Okay)Put up guap, sending shotsAt your top (Okay), f*ck you thought? (Okay)f*cking thots, watch 'em flockOff-white seats (Okay), Off-white socks (Okay)1800 for a pair of jeans, that's okayI got money, I give all my shooters good payHeadshot with a infrared beam from far awayLong as it don't come back to me, I think it's okayGot them racks, ice attack (Bling)You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay)When you gone, smoke your packI fell back (Okay), Now I'm back (Okay)Got them racks (Okay), ice attack (Okay)You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay)When you gone (Okay), smoke your pack (Okay)I fell back (Okay), now I'm back (Okay)We the wrong nigg*s to run to, put cake in a funnelLil' bitch f*ck for the bundlePut a Glock in the console, yeahWhy the bitch wanna say my name on the gram?Ho, relax (Ho, relax)I beat my gun caseThree, four times, can't hold me back (Rrra)And you can never hang around if you owe me racks(If you owe me racks)And I'm not talkin' about navigationI'm with NAV (And I'm with NAV)And I was hangin' in Chiraq, dope on the ave (Gang)And if you sliding with them killers, grab that mask (Turn up)And she be driving on the road, co*ke in her ass (Yeah)And that first time robbing the plugWe ain't coming, no cash (Yeah)Trackhawk 2018, do the dash (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)Ain't give no money so he try to put me on blast, yeahGot them racks, ice attack (Bling)You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay)When you gone, smoke your packI fell back (Okay), Now I'm back (Okay)Got them racks (Okay), ice attack (Okay)You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay)When you gone (Okay), smoke your pack (Okay)I fell back (Okay), now I'm back (Okay)

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Pardon (feat. Lil Baby) - T.I.

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@Johanna

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June, you're a geniush*tmakaHeard somebody say I wasn't poppin'Well, they been misinformed, I got a 100K in my pocketI be outside totin' carbonWith the young nigg*s shootin' like Harden, beg your pardonI just put the Patek on a throwawayShawty tried to take a nigg* soul away, beg your pardonBig body Rolls give me road rageSwervin' in an Aston Martin, nigg*, beg your pardonHeard somebody say I wasn't poppin'Well, they been misinformed, I got a 100K in my pocketI be outside totin' carbonWith the young nigg*s shootin' like Harden, beg your pardonI just put the Patek on a throwawayShawty tried to takе a nigg* soul away, beg your pardonBig body Rolls give me road ragеSwervin' in an Aston Martin, nigg*, beg your pardonWell, if I may speak freely, we gon' get a bag if we need itBuss it down, flip it, repeat it, suckas be greedyWe was never playin' in the game, if we was, before we lost, we cheatedHold up, they ain't made a game you can play on meI just be prayin' for these nigg*s, that they pray on meThey got another thing comin', homie, they gon' seeI got the blessings of an Angel everyday on meOkay, church, nigg* used to ask me where I'm fromTell 'em Bankhead, nigg*, but the earth my turfWork, wonder what's up under my shirtWonder why I ain't gettin' searchednigg*, T.I.P been solid, speak against his name in the hoodAnd you will get slapped out 'bout it, had straps out wildin'But moments in the past just made me who I amThat's why I don't run from itKeep it one hunnidAnyone who don't like it, then f*ck 'emGet a little money then double levelCame a way from sellin' weed in the envelopeTo Puff Daddy standin' with me in ChinchillaRoad run, Rubberband ManMade a 100 mil' off of 50 grand manWell, goddamnMy suggestion is that you follow your dreams in this bitchPut your heart in this sh*t, you're bound to get rich, no capHeard somebody say I wasn't poppin'Well, they been misinformed, I got a 100K in my pocketI be outside totin' carbonWith the young nigg*s shootin' like Harden, beg your pardonI just put the Patek on a throwawayShawty tried to take a nigg* soul away, beg your pardonBig body Rolls give me road rageSwervin' in an Aston Martin, nigg*, beg your pardonHeard somebody say I wasn't poppin'Well, they been misinformed, I got a 100K in my pocketI be outside totin' carbonWith the young nigg*s shootin' like Harden, beg your pardonI just put the Patek on a throwawayShawty tried to take a nigg* soul away, beg your pardonBig body Rolls give me road rageSwervin' in an Aston MartinI just wore two million worth of jewelry to an interviewI got people askin' me, "What the f*ck done got into you?"I done put it all on the line, I knew that the rent was dueHard to go and get, no trippin', it wasn't no handoutsCorner store got hot, we start sellin' 'em out my man houseWe ain't never have nothin', stay pullin' bands outI been runnin' it up and I heard he ran outKnow these puss* nigg*s wishin' sh*t would fan out, it won'tHow you make the gun go on safety? It don'tYou that young turnt nigg*, Baby, for sh*t, sureNever in my feelings 'bout a broad, she can hit, broRed inside, Rolls truck, call it Big BoatHeard a nigg* say he want smokeSwitch out my clip on my pole, had to add a lil' moreI ain't really up for no arguin'nigg* said he gon' do what? Bitch, beg your pardonHeard somebody say I wasn't poppin'Well, they been misinformed, I got a 100K in my pocketI be outside totin' carbonWith the young nigg*s shootin' like Harden, beg your pardonI just put the Patek on a throwawayShawty tried to take a nigg* soul away, beg your pardonBig body Rolls give me road rageSwervin' in an Aston Martin, nigg*, beg your pardonHeard somebody say I wasn't poppin'Well, they been misinformed, I got a 100K in my pocketI be outside totin' carbonWith the young nigg*s shootin' like Harden, beg your pardonI just put the Patek on a throwawayShawty tried to take a nigg* soul away, beg your pardonBig body Rolls give me road rageSwervin' in an Aston MartinShut up, sucka nigg*, get upCrazy in your head thinkin' you can get us hit upForeign, automotives all in my lawnYawn, did this sh*t so long it's gettin' borin'Trap to the culture, made a motherf*ckin' lifestyleShoutout to my nigg*s doin' trap-music right nowBut you know we ain't with the hype, a million on the micGet to switchin' out a queen, just 'cause she ain't what we likeI'm a king, done my thing from the green to the whiteWhen you finished with opinions, I got four or five classicsSay I ain't the sh*t, that nigg* must be dippin' acidf*ck what all 'em other nigg*s doin', all I know is keep goin'Start gettin' money, I enjoyed itStarted sellin' crack for employmentMake it out of Georgia, that was a nigg* only intentGet the suckas out the way and get richBlockin' my pathBoy, the .40 Kal start barkin' like my nigg* DMX in this bitchI'm a vet' at this sh*tAnd all I ever been was authentic20 years I been handlin' my businessGet in my bag, stackin' my penniesBuyin' everything on the west side of the city'Cause that's where all the nigg*s don't play about T.I.PSo what I care 'bout what you got to say to T.I.P?nigg*, beg your pardon

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CBFW (feat. Lil Baby) - Sett

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@Narine

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Ricch Vibes - Roddy Ricch

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@Tomos

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This boy got a hitI just want you hear me when I pull up, skrrHave a conversation, don't wanna see you hurtYou ain't settle for him 'cause you know your worthGot it from the mud I got it out the dirtThese bitches tell you anything to get into your pocketThese bitches f*cking with me 'cause they know I'm all vibesPull up in the i8 and these bitches start droppin'She wanna go to my place had these bitches' jaw droppin'See I got tell my feelings gotta tell the truthYou could be for these bitches they won't be for youI had a down bitch I ain't know what to doI had to chase this rap sh*t and go get the lootAnd I don't mean that I don't give the world to my bitchI know she was down so she deserve to be richShawty I'ma go and get you Birkin bagsThat Rolls Royce you can be the first to have itIf I see it, I'm a grab itTake you to Atlanta we gon' flood out MagicYou not by my side shawty I can't imagineYou make me choosin' you but you know rap my passionI ain't tryna play you this not On DemandTryna run that check up tryna get them bandsThat bitch is my fan I am not your manI don't know these bitches they just want my sandBlow up twenty piece 'cause I know I canPut it on a ring so I can ask your handI'm just tryna blow up while I'm on tourSo I can have the flowers hoppin' out that BenzLook at you it's lookin' the mirrorBought you Cartier's now you seeing clearerI bought that new Ferrari we gon' take to dinnerCome f*ck with double R, we some f*cking winnersGet your best friend, I call Chris he can tag team alongTalkin' 'bout my feelings I ain't tryna brag too longI'm just tryna tell you that I'm all yoursShopping bags, we can have a car fullSlide down the window while I pull upBackwoods had the windows rolled upJust make sure that you never ever use me'Cause I can never f*ck with none these groupiesYour friend tryna tell you that I ain't a right nigg*Don't listen to 'em they tryna have no life with yaJust hang 'em up don't let them break the frame on my pictureThey f*ck the same nigg*s these bitches won't ride with youSee I'm just tryna tell you how I feel insideTurn this music on when you ain't feeling rightTurn on Roddy Ricch when nigg*s tryna vibeI'm in your mind, I'm in your mindAyy, I'm in your mindAyy, ayy, tell 'em I'm in your mindAyy, shawty do you mindCan I just vibe? Ayy, yeahAyy, don't break the frame on my pictureHey these bitches they won't ride with youTryna take you to the sky, ride with meHey, baby I just wanna take you highFly with me, ayyHey, yeah, yeah, yeahHey, hey, yeah, yeahYeah, yeah, yeah, yeahYeah, heyThis boy got a hit

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thailand - Roddy Ricch

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@Aurelia

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Flew my bitch out from Thailand, yeah, she do the mostMy nigg*s hot like some Cayenne, sittin' in your throatThey spend a quarter million in the private, just for the showShawty gon' call a nigg* "Your highness", 'cause we f*ck on the lowAnd I get about 12 for a keyIf a nigg* playin' chess, I'm kingMy nigg*s ridin' with Berettas, f*ck a stingYou know I'm poppin' every little teamGot a lot of D, got a lot of hundredsGo to buy the bitch with a lot of moneyYou know Bird loungin' by the poolYou know Donbo comin' with the wooI think Keefa just bought some new sneakersFive-thousand, them bitches brand-newI was ridin' on the jet' with lil SettyHe my lil' bro, but that nigg* heavyI spent 25 thou' on her titt*esThey took her ass fat right out her bellyI want some diamonds, I want some baguettiesEliantte callin' every time I'm readyOff a couple bars, I don't need a medicIf I did it, then I meant it and I said itDwayne Wade, I kept the heatSay she a squirter, it got wet on the seatI got a burden like a man in a meetFeel like I buy another safe every weekFivio said she a wettyI was sittin' at the trap house, whippin' sh*t out the crocker like BettyAll a nigg* need 'bout ten racksHe'll pop you if you pop a 30My lil' nigg* do dirtyHe just need the lil' wordieGive a f*ck 'bout the verdictFlew my bitch out from Thailand, yeah, she do the mostMy nigg*s hot like some Cayenne, sittin' in your throatThey spend a quarter million in the private, just for the showShawty gon' call a nigg* "Your highness", 'cause we f*ck on the lowAnd I get about 12 for a keyIf a nigg* playin' chess, I'm kingMy nigg*s ridin' with Berettas, f*ck a stingYou know I'm poppin' every little teamGot a lot of D, got a lot of hundredsGo to buy the bitch with a lot of moneyAyy, if I got the time, f*ck her like a menaceOpen up her tonsils like she at the dentistWritin' checks, had to work on my penmanshipWhat you got, I spent more on my fit, I spent more on my bitch20 bitches on top of the RitzGot the store, you should cop you some kicksWe gettin' money hooray, hooray, hoorayHavin' dodey on dodey, ain't talkin' no stimulusWe went to war for this sh*tWhen you stackin' up paper on paper on paperYou gon' need some more of this sh*tLivin' prototype they gon' copy a nigg*I done spent some Ms on my property, nigg*Got rich off "The Box" how I box me a nigg*Flew my bitch out from Thailand, yeah, she do the mostMy nigg*s hot like some Cayenne, sittin' in your throatThey spend a quarter million in the private, just for the showShawty gon' call a nigg* "Your highness", 'cause we f*ck on the lowAnd I get about 12 for a keyIf a nigg* playin' chess, I'm kingMy nigg*s ridin' with Berettas, f*ck a stingYou know I'm poppin' every little teamGot a lot of D, got a lot of hundredsGo to buy the bitch with a lot of money

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Position - Roddy Ricch

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@Milena

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She said she wanna ride in a coupeSo I might pour a five or a deuce, ayMight pour five or a deuce, yeahShe said she wanna ride in a coupe, ayListen, baby, I play my moves with you maybeListen, baby, you know how I'm livin', babyYoung nigg* trappin' off the iPhoneBlack bands, I forgot to turn the lights onMe and my nigg*s rollin' in the eight-sixOn some player sh*t, but yeah, I keep that TEC, bitchI want a hundred bands on a necklaceSo I get a hundred bands on my necklace20K on Instagram so, bitch, you think you poppin'?Chase a bag, won't chase a bitch, 'cause broke sh*t ain't a optionI was kickin' in doors, I was really flockin'Know some nigg*s down bad, know some nigg*s locked inThat's why I keep that double cup poured upThat Rollie on my wrist, you know it's frozed upShe want a rich nigg*, so she chose usSee LA 250 how I roll upShe said she wanna ride in a coupeSo I might pour a five or a deuce, ayMight pour five or a deuce, yeahShe said she wanna ride in a coupe, ayListen, baby, I play my moves with you maybeListen, baby, you know how I'm livin', babyYoung nigg* trappin' off the iPhoneBlack bands, I forgot to turn the lights onMy Cuban Diddy Boppin'My Rollie Milly Rockin'It's Ace bottles, if I got it then my nigg*s got itAnd we was down bad, now my nigg*s really shoppin'We cop Birk' bags, 'Lenciaga, Cargan dollarsThat bitch gon' f*ck with nigg*s 'cause she know I'm ballin'She hit my iPhone, told that bitch stop callin'I clicked on her, told the money, "Bitch, I'm all in"You couldn't dig me, if you did then you would fall inShe said she wanna ride in a coupeSo I might pour a five or a deuce, ayMight pour five or a deuce, yeahShe said she wanna ride in a coupe, ayListen, baby, I play my moves with you maybeListen, baby, you know how I'm livin', babyYoung nigg* trappin' off the iPhoneBlack bands, I forgot to turn the lights on

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Far From Ricch - 5K Bari

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@Cayetana

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suPa riCCh - diNo

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The Box - Bgm | Instrumental | Roddy Ricch

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@Tindra

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The BoxBgmInstrumental

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