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Lay Him Down
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Roddy Ricch
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Claim he gon' get me, claim he gon' rush me We outside your spot, now n***a, time to get ugly Have him sh*tting in his pants, n***a pa** him a Huggie Choppa bullets make him dance, look he hitting his Dougie Catch him lacking do your thang, then clean up the spot 'Cause who gon leave some evidence, n***a, I'm not I paid a hundred for the Forces, now there's blood on the bottom Finna hit the Foot Locker, b*t*h, I'm not finna wash em She said ever since you got rich you act like a d**k Nah, b*t*h, that ain't it, I just cannot trust a b*t*h Man, they think I got a problem 'cause I smoke out the pound Sh*t, I'll roll up 'round you n***as and won't pa** it around And if a n***a got a problem, b*t*h, I got the four pound .38 put eight bullets in and spin it around Put a potato on the barrel, b*t*h, it won't make a sound Shoot a n***a like a layup but I'm laying him down, gang Lay Him Down (Lay Him Down) Lay Him Down (Lay Him Down) Lay Him Down (Lay Him Down) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hey F**k all that talkin', let's do it I keep me a ruler B*t*h, I grew up with the shooters Slide in the back of the red with the roof up I got all white diamonds, Ku Klux My b*t*h be naggin' too much Bringin' rain and magic too much I don't wear my Patek too much I be really, really, really gettin' p*ssed off Wear my Fendi even like my shirt look p*ssed off, yeah I got expensive habits, huh Ace of Spades when I'm thirsty Plug lemme get it dirt cheap We gon' pull up to the club thirty deep, ayy Spent ten racks on my dog, n***a That b*t*h gon' alert me Ayy, made it out the trap When it touchdown my dog gon' chirp me, hmm Knew how to whip it before I walked inside the first grade Knocked it out the park, I got rich off of first grade, it's rich Yeah, yeah, yeah The queen of my city I prove it in this freestyle, Philly Mean mugging all your cheap smiles You a beach chair you fold, I'm a beach towel The way I come around everybody remain the same You know my name With a dollar, with a dream, I changed the game Wait, a beach towel folds too I'll beat your a** if you run up on my crew Like a child at the zoo or a kid at the beach I keep talking 'bout the beach but I'm trying to dig deep in the sand I leave my eyes open when I sleep, I'm a man WO at the beginning, bumping John Lennon In my all white linen suit getting loose Your boo think this a kissin' booth, I dip and shoot I need space like missin' tooth, now this is proof I ain't even wanna do this, but I knew this would prove it I'm a teacher to you students, uh Peppermint soap, I brag and I boast I rack at my nose, you rappers a joke I step on your throat, I laugh to the bank With a bag full of pranks, I'm the sh*t So please don't be mad when I stink Yo, you ride in Uber pools, hot but I'm super cool Make hits, Mayweather on you April Fools Take your jewels, break the rules then I make the rules They hate on me but see I hate to lose, yo Winner at heart, the joys of my art Used to want to be lighter but I still shine bein' dark, yo I play my part, they all pay me respect My next pet is a giraffe 'cause I'm coming for necks, Queen
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