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jordan - rikki blu lyrics

[verse 1: michael da vinci]
yall n-ggas talking that gangsta sh-t
none of yall n-ggas near gangsta rich
back to the crib wit my gangsta b-tch
why you throw me like that, her favorite
know a couple lil n-ggas who dangerous
know a couple lil n-ggas who savage lit
you a boosted fed, free booster, man
f-ck them other n-ggas like uncle sam
and f-ck them other n-ggas cuz we shine on them
no limit wit my soldiers cuz i ride for them
they mad, they dont wanna see murder
get up on your beat and i’ll merk ya -ss
ya b-tch love the way i start the beat all fast
then slow it down, its effortless
it’s the house m-th-f-cka til the deferment
my n-ggas detroit, yall pistol-less
devil, red wings no hockey tip
push the house, you get it take ya b-tch
fourth quarter, michael jefferies
cuz michael don’t play when it comes to this
them raps that they rappin’ like they be on anthems
and n-ggas is actors like talkin they sh-t
lil homie get bars, before you get balled
and step ya weak -ss up to michael da vinci

[hook]
say b-tch i’m ballin
say b-tch i’m ballin
say b-tch i’m ballin
say b-tch i’m ballin out
ballin, ballin, ballin
say b-tch i’m ballin out
say b-tch i’m

[verse 2: isaiah rashad]
these hoes call me young sporty
step up and get ya b-tch f-cked
i dont give sh-t about p-ssin, i came to a grip that
yo son came out lookin like us
n-ggas throw me on a beat and my syllables twist
i hopped in my ride and i’m chucking your disc
i left wit the house and i came in your b-tch
ain’t talkin bout sh-t, you just pumpin your fist
these hoes wanna swallow my babies
these n-ggas tryna ride my d-ck
don’t try to give me advice i got soda you like
and yo cosign ain’t bringing you sh-t
n-ggas tryna ride this wave, f-ck em
i send my love in bundles
give no f-cks about how f-ckin good you can rap
your verse ain’t bringing me numbers

[hook]
say b-tch i’m ballin
b-tch i’m ballin out
b-tch i’m, b-tch i’m ballin out
say b-tch i’m ballin
b-tch i’m ballin out
b-tch i’m, say b-tch i’m ballin
b-tch i’m, b-tch i’m, say b-tch i’m ballin
b-tch i’m, say b-tch i’m ballin

[verse 3: rikki blu]
yeah this that texas trill, that texas trill
triple d that texas trill
i bet she bust it for the house on half a pill
and you swearing that you thuggin but you ain’t foreal
you tryna bust a ceil, i’m tryna cop a pill
m&m’s wit the blue and yellow purple hills
throwin n-ggas out the crib like uncle phil
this is not a drill, so get me back and the track cuz them racks
at the trap double black out the tech
guarantee these n-ggas won’t hold me back
boy you think you hard cuz you came wit a strap
well rat-tat-tat-tat we ended outlet
i entered that smash my foot on the gas, i’m grippin that -ss
i’m rippin this track, it’s easy as that
i’m jordan wit raps, these n-ggas ain’t whack, the house it’s a wrap
but back to trap wit the pack i go
you rappin bout rappin its whack and they clappin
pause, what the f-ck is wrong wit yall
they laced up the hoop, we came here to ball
i’m f-ckin that b-tch, you slipped in them draws
i’m grinnin and sh-t, you simpin and sh-t
you textin that b-tch, she sucked on my d-ck
f-cked wit the clique on the house in the fl1ck
yo b-tch rockin my jersey and my music all in her iphone
i don’t see how thats yo main b-tch, if yo main b-tch is my side hoe
and my grind slow but i’mma shine hoe
and what you think about me dont matter, why
cuz you don’t fix the food on my platter, i
climb to the top and keep the ladder, why
i’m sicker than droppin 38 wit a fever man
im meaner than, the leader and all of the believers man

[hook]
i’m ballin
aye b-tch i’m ballin
say b-tch i’m ballin
aye b-tch i’m ballin
say b-tch i’m ballin
say b-tch i’m ballin
say b-tch i’m ballin

- rikki blu lyrics

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