Roddy Ricch – Don\’t I (feat. Gunna) Music Mp3 Download
Roddy Ricch the American Rapper and song writer released his single track titled “Don\’t I” which we made available for Free Mp3 Download.
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Roddy Ricch – Don\’t I (feat. Gunna) Lyrics
Ayy, [draped?] my dog in that Jesus piece
Pray that he [?] touch a B
Charge four hundred ’cause the talk ain’t cheap
I still got [?] niggas ’round that corner
I’m still gon’ be out if I die today
I come through cushion like a tidal wave
I got that shit on lock, don’t I?
And I got your bitch on lock, don’t I?
I got the dick make a toxic, don’t I?
I got the shit make ’em plat, don’t I?
I was in Chi-Town with Ye makin’ Donda
I got to buy up the block, don’t I?
I got a lot of shit to pop, don’t I?
And she got that little WAP, don’t she?
I know how to hit a spot, don’t I?
She addicted to my expensive aroma
At the store makin’ [?]
I don’t take your advice you can show me
Had to put some privacy trees around the villa ’cause I know the neighbors too nosey
Turn twеnty-three then I poured up a eight in my soda ‘causе I miss Kobe
Can’t depend on you niggas I move like I’m Jigga, I get the Bs on my lonely
That internet trash, you a chatty pat
On a golf [?] but I ain’t got no caddy
I like when the head screwed I don’t straight
I make sure you gon’ eat with your own plate
Niggas talkin’ that tough on the long shot
I told my lil’ bitch how to take care of a nigga
I like when she text, “what you on, bae?”
A lot of these niggas talk shit but they ain’t ’bout it
I ain’t Lil Baby but I get four pockets full
Roddy pullin’ up in the drop with the Woos
I want my bitch to have money like Oprah
You know she special, I’m picky and I chose her
Started kick [?] with a outta space Rover
She like the trap, goin’ trap, goin’ trap
So I flew her out in [?] to California
Ayy, [draped?] my dog in that Jesus piece
Pray that he [?] touch a B
Charge four hundred ’cause the talk ain’t cheap
I still got [?] niggas ’round that corner
I’m still gon’ be out if I die today
I come through cushion like a tidal wave
I got that shit on lock, don’t I?
And I got your bitch on lock, don’t I?
I got the dick make a toxic, don’t I?
I got the shit make ’em plat, don’t I?
I was in Chi-Town with Ye makin’ Donda
I got to buy up the block, don’t I?
I got a lot of shit to pop, don’t I?
And she got that little WAP, don’t she?
I know how to hit a spot, don’t I?
She addicted to my expensive aroma
Gunna
Real geek’ll turn your bitch to a stoner
[?] why your bitch put up on us?
[?]
We ride the Rolls truck whenever I wanna
We platinum rolls
[?] young Gunna
My bitch how she wear she remind me of
My car neighborhood blue the same color [?]
Keep ice on my neck and my wrist like it’s frozen
The doc tryna get the codeine out my colon
This shit startin’ to sound like a hit, don’t it?
Fuck [?] don’t it?
I had [?] to this shit, don’t I?
[?]
You did the same if you rich, don’t lie
Sixty K for the [?], expando
Three million with Elliante, don’t lie
Every state and every city sold out
Pick a target I’ma hit it, don’t I?
Ayy, [draped?] my dog in that Jesus piece
Pray that he [?] touch a B
Charge four hundred ’cause the talk ain’t cheap
I still got [?] niggas ’round that corner
I’m still gon’ be out if I die today
I come through cushion like a tidal wave
I got that shit on lock, don’t I?
And I got your bitch on lock, don’t I?
I got the dick make a toxic, don’t I?
I got the shit make ’em plat, don’t I?
I was in Chi-Town with Ye makin’ Donda
I got to buy up the block, don’t I?
I got a lot of shit to pop, don’t I?
And she got that little WAP, don’t she?
I know how to hit a spot, don’t I?
She addicted to my expensive aroma
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