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movin too risky - patrick cc: lyrics

[intro: dad bodi & robolu]
look
b*tch i’m a rule breaker, room shaker
big player, risk*taker, uh
smooth layer, b*tch pay up
meet your maker, get ate up
yeah

[chorus: robolu]
b*tch, i’m the biggest
from the north side of the city
i spill the drink on the rickys
i’m makin’ plays, and i jig on a cricket
that boy got ducked ’cause he movin’ too risky
these n*ggas envy, we did it the quickest
but, the money gon’ come with its benefits

[verse 1: robolu]
yeah
it could get wicked
i snuck on the plane with the wockey
i slide with the .5, i’m keepin’ the glock
your b*tch wanna f*ck ’cause i’m one of a kind
you gave him your time, b*tch, you wasted it (uh)
i’m in the sky like a crater
got ho’s that do caterin’
i do you vibe, but you slow down the paper
i’m workin’ in silence, they makin’ they wagers (shh)
thought that i made it, they thought i went major
you can’t get missed like i turn on a fazer
none of my ho’s is basic
one just pulled up in mercedes (upgrade it!)
she in my crib ’til it’s late
we mix the salmon and steak
we ain’t the same, you a ho, it’s a trait
i take my feelings to the bank, ayy
whats gon’ make me feel like i’m worth a mil’?
not interested in the movin’ still
chicken on the grill, gotta make it flip (yeah)
heard your last sh*t, it was buns (yeah)
i’m in that mood, i might go grab the gun
sike, i’m keepin’ my ones on the one
your keepin’ your tongue on the two
my money gon’ always re*coup, then make ’em recrute
yeah, these n*ggas corny too
[chorus: robolu]
b*tch, i’m the biggest
from the north side of the city
i spill the drink on the rickys
i’m makin’ plays, and i jig on a cricket
that boy got ducked ’cause he movin’ too risky
these n*ggas envy, we did it the quickest
but, the money gon’ come with its benefits

[verse 2: dad bodi]
p*ssy ass pigs wanna murder me
then they get their way in the third degree
f*cked up, what they showin’ ain’t hurtin’ me (yeah)
i move like i got an emergency
ayy
look
b*tch i’m a rule breaker, room shaker
big player, risk*taker, uh
smooth layer, b*tch pay up
meet your maker, get ate up, ayy, ayy
nothing can f*ck up my mojo
i’m fly, i don’t care about clothes though, uh
i go, doin’ work in a polo
shootin’ my shot from a baseline logo
these boys fake, too fickle
9*5 plus a nickel
my mom worked like a missile
if you wanna hit, this semi won’t miss you, i couldn’t forgive you, uh
i put that rachet on a racists face
we gettin’ money ’til i break the bank
this for [?], then get a new estate
i go and check my account
inspired to get out the house
go put some food in our mouth and go double the amount, uh
i put the passion and purpose together
i look up on changin’ the weather (hm)
n*gga, i’m smooth, my cars on the inside, make the interior leather, uh
that boy hatin’, and he tried to d*ck ride, don’t know he makin’ me better (ah, don’t know)
my baby, i’m maker her wetter (i am)
i only show love when it’s spreadin’
caroline blue essence, no kufi (cap)
i don’t ride ’round on goofys
[outro: dad bodi]
i don’t ride ’round on goofys
i don’t ride ’round on goofys
i don’t ride ’round on goofys

- patrick cc lyrics

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