hibachi Roddy Ricch
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[Pre-Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Fuck 'em all, we gon' ball
Stand tall, never fall
Bad bitch answer every time I call (21)
Got my Glock, use protection, I don't hit her raw (On God)
Eatin' noodles in the trenches where they break the law (Pussy)
Piss me off, I just might cheat, I got a bad reflex (21)
I got tattoos in my face but I like R&B sex (21)
Hit a couple flight attendants 'cause I ride big jets
And I still ain't met a bitch that I'll pay to keep yet
That's deep (21)
Savage own his masters, ain't no shackles on my feet (Facts)
Know they takin' pictures tryna calculate
I got tunnel vision, need binoculars to see (21)
Took her to Hibachi, all she wanted was my meat (Facts)
Gang hit the corner, nigga stopped, dropped and freeze (Pussy)
VVS diamonds in my ear, Christmas Eve (21)
Your lil' bitch a thot, you need a DNA from Steve (On God)
My brother sellin' P's, he say his money grow on trees (21, 21, 21, 21)
[Pre-Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
What a nigga do, you don't ever appreciate
You give me attitude, I just might Go cheat today
It's 2021, so I plan on lead the way
I been plottin' my in's and out's, and nigga gotta put my cheese away
[Outro: Roddy Ricch]
Took a bad bitch to Hibachi in Huaraches
Got too many jewels on my squad, fuck a Nazi
Two hundred fifty cash, hit Japan and get some chopsticks
I've been with lil' man, countin' up bands, I ain't gotta drop shit
whole song:
f G f F[Wstęp]
(Wheezy outta here)[Pre-Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
fWhat a nigga do, you doGn't ever appreciatefYou give me attitude, I just Fmight Go cheat todayfIt's 2021, so I plan onG lead the wayfI been plottin' my in's and out's, and nFigga gotta put my cheese away[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
fTook a bad bitch to HibGachi in HuarachesfGot too many jewels on my squFad, fuck a NazifTwo hundred fifty cash, hit JGapan and get some chopsticksfI've been with lil' man, counFtin' up bands, I ain't gotta drop shitfWhat's your ETA? I ain'tG even eat todayfI know some nigga 'cross the sFtreet sell it for a cheaper ratefStill gotta run it up, rGun it up like I don't got shitfAlways say fuck these niggas aFnd these bitches 'cause they fake[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
fMore money than you lil'G boys, it ain't no reason for me to hatefAnybody try my shit, I'm trynFa shoot 'em in they facefThey know I'm a demon, cGaught somebody 'round the wayfYeah, I pull up speedin', butF nigga, I ain't tryna racefYoung nigga on the sceneG, I got my Rollie stickin' upfEverybody with more band, theFy already know we glizzied upfShoot past in the countyG jail, rockin' Yves Saint LaurentfFuckin' on a cracker bitch, BFritney Minaj[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Fuck 'em all, we gon' ball
Stand tall, never fall
Bad bitch answer every time I call (21)
Got my Glock, use protection, I don't hit her raw (On God)
Eatin' noodles in the trenches where they break the law (Pussy)
Piss me off, I just might cheat, I got a bad reflex (21)
I got tattoos in my face but I like R&B sex (21)
Hit a couple flight attendants 'cause I ride big jets
And I still ain't met a bitch that I'll pay to keep yet
That's deep (21)
Savage own his masters, ain't no shackles on my feet (Facts)
Know they takin' pictures tryna calculate
a F (Rats)I got tunnel vision, need binoculars to see (21)
Took her to Hibachi, all she wanted was my meat (Facts)
Gang hit the corner, nigga stopped, dropped and freeze (Pussy)
VVS diamonds in my ear, Christmas Eve (21)
Your lil' bitch a thot, you need a DNA from Steve (On God)
My brother sellin' P's, he say his money grow on trees (21, 21, 21, 21)
[Pre-Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
What a nigga do, you don't ever appreciate
You give me attitude, I just might Go cheat today
It's 2021, so I plan on lead the way
I been plottin' my in's and out's, and nigga gotta put my cheese away
[Outro: Roddy Ricch]
Took a bad bitch to Hibachi in Huaraches
Got too many jewels on my squad, fuck a Nazi
Two hundred fifty cash, hit Japan and get some chopsticks
I've been with lil' man, countin' up bands, I ain't gotta drop shit
Najpopularniejsze piosenki Roddy Ricch
- 1 Twin
- 2 crash the party
- 3 Boom Boom Room
- 4 Ballin
- 5 rollercoastin
- 6 Every Season
- 7 Die Young
- 8 Day One Outro
- 9 llf
- 10 man made
- 11 don’t i
- 12 late at night
- 13 25 million
- 14 Stop Breathing
- 15 Aston Martin Truck
- 16 The Box
- 17 moved to miami
- 18 thailand
- 19 all good
- 20 hibachi

