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Chains On
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Roddy Ricch
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Boy), ayy I go to sleep with all my chains on Rollie on me, sweatsuit and my J's on I f**ked her in the way she put my name on it Your main b*t*h call my phone, "Why you ain't came home?" We hop up in the lamb, skrrt-skrrt-skrrt-skrrt Feds pull me over, I ain't even have the work Mom call my phone like, "You need to come to church" I just pray to God, I don't ever see the dirt Made that a** twerk (Twerk), snakes on the bag and the shirt Balmains on my a** and a skirt Switched lanes, threw that a**, I ain't heard Told my young n***a, "Go and get a bag," that ain't work Planned it out, go and get it where it's at and disperse Want to take a Benz on the road Just in case I gotta drop a load We was seven deep in the Sprinter van with the bag on me You know I'm married to the bag, homie Went out of state and got it on my lonely I'm fightin' cases but I got it on me I go to sleep with all my chains on Rollie on me, sweatsuit and my J's on I f**ked her in the way she put my name on it Your main b*t*h call my phone, "Why you ain't came home?" We hop up in the lamb, skrrt-skrrt-skrrt-skrrt Feds pull me over, I ain't even have the work Mom call my phone like, "You need to come to church" I just pray to God, I don't ever see the dirt In the Chevy coupe like '04 with the doors up I'm a hood n***a, baby you ain't gotta put your nose up Put you in Fendi slides, you can put your toes up She gave me head in the Bahamas while I rolled up Chillin' in the Maybach, we pulled up Say my government name, I'm like, "Hold up" Fell in love with the Gucci and the Prada Big boy plates at Benihanas Count a hundred racks, how you do that? Pulled up in a Beamer, all black F**k 12, f**k a judge and a rat He tried to run, put the shells in his back I go to sleep with all my chains on Rollie on me, sweatsuit and my J's on I f**ked her in the way she put my name on it Your main b*t*h call my phone, "Why you ain't came home?" We hop up in the lamb, skrrt-skrrt-skrrt-skrrt Feds pull me over, I ain't even have the work Mom call my phone like, "You need to come to church" I just pray to God, I don't ever see the dirt Boy
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