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(feat. Rory Trustory) [Ric Flair] Woo, that's who's standing here today The World's Heavyweight Champion Only one, and you're looking Oh knows I can't stand it Now I gotta talk, we all gotta be quiet Nikita Koloff, we've only just begun [Tory Lanez] Boy floatin' down shit's creek Who gon' need the paddle when the shit's deep? We ain't Bobby Shmurda but the clique deep Caught a body a week ago, we were this weak, don't f*ck with me Boy floatin' down shit's creek Who gon' need the paddle when the shit's deep? We ain't Bobby Shmurda but the clique deep Caught a body a week ago, we were this weak I just want it all, I just want it all Even when I'm knowin' that ain't shit to you I just pray to God, I just pray to God Oh Lord, you done made my wrist weak Jumpman, you could call me Air Jordan Pullin' out the lot like I'm Jeff Gordon We f*ckin' Ric Flair on 'em Pullin' out the chamber like a shareholder I just got some mutherf*ckin' Puttin' bitches all up in a landcaster Took a bitch and flew her out to South Beach This is how you put a doll in a sand castle Done know, we dumb blowed I could live without a magazine cover But shout out to my niggas from the XXL All I need is, Magnum rubbers But f*ck the competition, let the sex sale Side diss, dog You talkin' 'bout you f*ckin my bitch, aw Let's keep it real, I never eat your baby, mom But boy I treat her like a side dish, dawg, don't get it f*cked up Last time, I ain't had time for it But today I got time for it Nigga dressin' up in Tom Ford Just to get that (clap, clap) like my dogs tryna encore Oh my God, you a hater, nigga, on my mom And no lie, I be on my job A lot of niggas be jammed When they talkin' but they don't want drama We a different kinda sinister Rollie presidential but the prime minister Niggas got a chopper and a nine milliter Liu Kang niggas acting fly finish' 'em, woo Ric Flair, the bitches love me on my Ric Flair Ric Flair, the bitches love me on my Ric Flair Ric Flair, the bitches love me on my Ric Flair Nigga, Ric Flair, yeah, the money long like my bitch hair [Rory Trustory] All these bitches should know All these niggas should know All these bitches should know All these niggas shit, done known, done known All these bitches should know All these niggas should know All these bitches should know All these niggas shit, done known, done known [Tory Lanez] I'm sorry nigga, you forced it f*ck it, just say you love it and forfeit All my brothers goin' corporate I see us #1 on this Forbes' list My closet still covered in Jordan's Still thuggin', still ruggin', niggas still can't f*ckin' afford this 'Bout to pay the lawyers off for my nigga Kellz We still talkin' like they're cell phones in his cell I touchdown just like its NFL, then I'm in a SSL Then I'm in a shawty named Vanessa cell I'm pullin' off the SLS, sippin' VSOP It got me stressin' and yes I'm callin' up the SOD's Abbreviation talk, bang bang hate to talk We pull up in matchin' cars 'cause we hate to walk With more problems always comin' from this dope shit Hoe shit, want to stop your whole cash flow shit Put your feelings in the air, niggas wanna hold shit Oh shit, hate the man the "open the door" shit I'm only f*ckin' with my nigga Sasha A lot of niggas is some rich impostors Thick woman whippin' pasta, plus sippin' vodka Never f*ck the money up, don't think this shit was flocka Back when play was playback, you knew the kid from way back We Maybach major, I got aggressive and lay back haters But niggas ain't really ain't got nothing'against me They just hate that paper, well, grat grat, take that hater I think it's clear I hate the plateaus, and the platform I bring it back like the Afros, ain't no platforms And plus the plaque here, that's the young here I'm ballin' like AND1 here I'm offstage a bunch of white bitches yellin' f*ck yeah This for the niggas with no ambitions This for the bitches with heart intentions and your commitments You know we old school, since '02 with the pro-tools We would scroll through, fresh niggas bustin' dope moves Look, I heard you tellin' lies, shit was funny These niggas disrespect the kid, I get they bitch to f*ck me If she miss out on f*ckin' me, that bitch gon' miss the money just to love me I treat you niggas like some distant cousins Don't give a f*ck who make the XXL cover f*ck the competition with some XXL rubbers Heard them birds chirpin', they some next Nextel brothers Niggas try to hate, I had to check check tail brothers Y'all know, I'm so original like old school and Nike checks I f*ck the game up then I f*ck your wifey next I'm so serial, I eat these niggas up for cereal I'm talkin' life, checks Nigga, you don't understand, boy We can go O for O, hoe for hoe, check for check Dawg, we can go bad bitch, slut, head, neck for neck Nigga, we ain't never gon' be neck to neck, dawg
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