roddy rich lyrics are like a young thug mad gab
or whatever those fill in the blank things were called
Elite status, my chickadee the baddest
A decade past and Meth is still the maddest
Went from M-E-T-H to hollywood established
And my fam all secondhand the cabbage
It's the man from the clan out Staten
Feelin like Floyd putting hands on Hatton
They say my sweats from 97 back in fashion
Gotta pull the Karl Kani out the trashbin
I'll just be doing angels in the snow / Screaming out don't take a photo / I like Terrence but sometimes I switch bros
Thug:
These b****es poppin’ sloppin’ on my top just like watermelon (WHAT), my kids got ice all on they necks just like they DADDY (HA), b**** imma SPAZ. Hop in the RARRI, and the top down, don’t do no ceilings like I’m young MONEY, b**** better STOP that, ‘fore I pull the PLUG, put you right back on the shelf like I’m DONE with ya (BITCH), I’m gettin’ faded with my DOGS ‘cause I’m that SLIME BOSS, b**** gonna suck on all my toes just like a POPSICLE”
Jay Electronica
“Divine star energy, the power to inhabit every desert land/
Enemy, the silhouette of hate and reciprocated jealousy/
Dinner with the Kennedys/
Blue skies like eye lashes on the backs of our memories./
The scripture say to pray for our enemies
And turned the other cheek
But clinched fist connected like centipedes
Nah you gotta say something about "wild magnolias"
have 1 star wars jedi refrence
and talk about Muhammad
Nah you gotta say something about "wild magnolias"
have 1 star wars jedi refrence
and talk about Muhammad
🤣🤣🤣🤣. Damn I failed the Elohim lol
Elite status, my chickadee the baddest
A decade past and Meth is still the maddest
Went from M-E-T-H to hollywood established
And my fam all secondhand the cabbage
It's the man from the clan out Staten
Feelin like Floyd putting hands on Hatton
They say my sweats from 97 back in fashion
Gotta pull the Karl Kani out the trashbin
Who is this.
Uzi:
Listen, my pockets obese like they Lizzo, shifting gears in the foreign, your b**** on my pencil, got diamonds they blinding on Burberry tennis shoes, I’m at the top like b**** I’m official, shot at the ops like listen I’m killing you, my fit is so polar the ice shine like winter do, might try your b**** yeah she suck my d*** in two, look at these hundreds my pockets so SWOLE, stunna with money my s*** is so COLD
Yeah
You the one I think of when I’m up late
Lotta question marks like you sendin new emojis to my phoooooone and I ain’t get the update
Say you think you wanna be alooooooone, but I know your mind better than you know yourself
Why you goin out? Stay at hooooome, be a good girl you don’t need nobody else
Remember back when I first met you
That was way way back, I knew you had potential
At the time s*** was gettin too hectic
Mob ties had the city goin mental
Had to protect you so I kept my distance
Still Drizzy Lurking on your Insta
Now we sittin goin through your old yearbooks
The boy can’t believe how good you looked
Whenever some creep talks about potential i think about drake
Logic
These girls wanna party, but why they want a lame dude? I’m black and white on the outside but inside I’m black and blue (who can relate?)
Whenever some creep talks about potential i think about drake
Yeah his use of that word and other ways that he talks down to women always made me feel like he was a misogynist creep, but it looks even worse recently. If he used the word “potential” in the texts he should be locked up for life
Yeah his use of that word and other ways that he talks down to women always made me feel like he was a misogynist creep, but it looks even worse recently. If he used the word “potential” in the texts he should be locked up for life
Drake probably gets really weird when women are around trying to impress them
killed one devil, but at the cost of my 6-freakin life
jesus is an a****** god of the devil
who's gonna be the next victim
It seems like i've never won s*** from jesus before, but this makes him an empty glass
Going to be f***ing ALIVE the coming years, b****es
Dude i am killing them
yes i am using the thingy to help me beat the battle
one day not too far into that
poppin percs (okay)
micro dose my pace
GETTING FLY AS KITE
never lied on the price
santos on the wrist, 60k on ya b****
take a trip out to Italy
Ferragamo for the fit
let me live, let me die
everything i do is right (okay)
had to buy the whole jet (okay)
sick of tired of public flights (okay)
Elite status, my chickadee the baddest
A decade past and Meth is still the maddest
Went from M-E-T-H to hollywood established
And my fam all secondhand the cabbage
It's the man from the clan out Staten
Feelin like Floyd putting hands on Hatton
They say my sweats from 97 back in fashion
Gotta pull the Karl Kani out the trashbin
yo this is fuego