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      Out Tha Mud

      Roddy Ricch

      Album: Feed Tha Streets II

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      Roddy Ricch - Out Tha Mud Música y Letra

      June, you're a genius
      Ayy
      I just copped Amiri jeans, chains clanking, now she think she hearing things
      I just counted up a hundred bands with all my dogs at the Airbnb
      All these niggas tryna be me, got a new Hellcat, stay clear of me
      And I got extended clips for all these fuck niggas
      I'm straight out the mud, I can't fuck with fuck niggas
      Why he say where he from? I don't give a fuck, nigga
      A lot of y'all switched up on me, I don't trust niggas
      I just put my middle finger up, fuck a fuck nigga
      Ay, gang slide, gang slide, that's what I was doing last year
      A lot of people say I'm being humble, nigga, this the last year
      Got so many bands, I'm the cashier, ay
      A nigga retired the hats, bitch I can't do no cappin' here
      And I gotta keep the ratchet with me
      Take his knee, got 'em Colin Kaepernick'ing
      Puerto rican, she freaky, I bag the bitches
      Migos throw me the pussy I'm dabbin' in it
      I'm a Crip nigga but I got to fucc my slimes, hmm, hmm, ay
      Nike headband, got the check right 'round my mind, hmm, hmm
      I just can't fuck with these fuck niggas
      Sniper look like a goose, I can't duck niggas
      I lay down on the pillow with plus three
      Talking 'bout how they all wanna fuck a nigga
      I ain't no lick nigga, and I ain't no bitch nigga
      My text is a six figures, but I drop that on my whip nigga
      I just copped Amiri jeans, chains clanking, now she think she hearing things
      I just counted up a hundred bands with all my dogs at the Airbnb
      All these niggas tryna be me, got a new Hellcat, stay clear of me
      And I got extended clips for all these fuck niggas
      I'm straight out the mud, I can't fuck with fuck niggas
      Why he say where he from? I don't give a fuck, nigga
      A lot of y'all switched up on me, I don't trust niggas
      I just put my middle finger up, fuck a fuck nigga
      I be like "Fuck that nigga he ain't talkin' no money"
      If it ain't got twenties, fifties, hunnids, I don't love it
      Look at my cup it's double
      Doin' donuts in public
      And Codeine a hell of a drug
      Sometimes a nigga gotta go and say fuck
      Bought a new coupe for her, know my baby love it
      Stirrin' the pot like a nigga makin' butter
      Holy water just to flip the face up
      Natural bitches, I'm like "Fuck make up"
      Love my bitches with her Marc Jacobs
      She poppin' it, I gotta smash
      She trippin' I got her a bag
      I'm Crippin' Chanel on the reg'
      I ain't got time for these fuck niggas
      Keep a pistol on me, don't try your luck nigga, ay
      If you ain't gang, nigga I don't fuck with you, ay
      Fuck your kind nigga, you a fuck nigga, ay
      I just copped Amiri jeans, chains clanking, now she think she hearing things
      I just counted up a hundred bands with all my dogs at the Airbnb
      All these niggas tryna be me, got a new Hellcat, stay clear of me
      And I got extended clips for all these fuck niggas
      I'm straight out the mud, I can't fuck with fuck niggas
      Why he say where he from? I don't give a fuck, nigga
      A lot of y'all switched up on me, I don't trust niggas
      I just put my middle finger up, fuck a fuck nigga

      Roddy Ricch - Out Tha Mud Música y Letra

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