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Area Codes

 

Area Codes

(albüm: Feed The Streets II - 2018)


I got different hoes, in different area codes (Woo, woo)
I feel like Luda, hop out with the shooters (Woo, woo)
If I'm gon' cuff that bitch, gotta make sure that her head right (Woo, woo)
Got a red beam, caught him sleeping at the red light
These niggas been capping, I can't do that shit no mo' (Woo, woo)
If a nigga wasn't real, he can't be around Ricch no more (No)
Hit it one time, I can't even fuck no more (Woo, woo)
Made a million, I don't even count no more (Woo, woo)

Rare talk, yeah, talk, I'm getting to the bag, nigga
Niggas call me Goyard Roddy 'cause a nigga hopping out my bag, nigga
Never fell in love with a bitch 'cause Ricch ain't going sad, nigga
I was just chopping it up with Meek, now I hop out the Wag', nigga
Whipping up dope, got the re-work, spilled it on my t-shirt
That Justin Bieber, she love my trap demeanor
How you niggas say you robbing, you ain't never make the news (Never made the news)
Counting up 10 racks, then I got some brand new shoes
I got a brown skin bad as Meagan Good
Pulling up Panamera when I'm in my hood
Niggas think I made a million off the jugg
Take care of my dawgs on death row like I'm Suge (Yeah, yeah)

I got different hoes, in different area codes (Woo, woo)
I feel like Luda, hop out with the shooters (Woo, woo)
If I'm gon' cuff that bitch, gotta make sure that her head right (Woo, woo)
Got a red beam, caught him sleeping at the red light
These niggas been capping, I can't do that shit no mo' (Woo, woo)
If a nigga wasn't real, he can't be around Ricch no more (No)
Hit it one time, I can't even fuck no more (Woo, woo)
Made a million, I don't even count no more (Woo, woo)

I just fucked her then I kicked her, no romancing
She just like me 'cause my diamonds dancing like a ballerina
If a nigga moving by myself, then I gotta have a Nina
Told that bitch I only want her, I ain't never ever need her
Gotta get a Puma deal, waiting on my call for memory
Slanging that white girl, Miley Cyrus, but my plug Vietnamese
See all these niggas hate me 'cause I got these racks on me
And my diamonds water, bitch, I spent a dub for the submarine
I got a new broad in every city I've been stepping in
I hopped on the private with Louis V luggage
I got a new bag and hopped in the Benz
Got the new Cartier glasses
I'm Cripping, lil' nigga, the navy blue tinted the lens
I just need Benjamins, I don't need no friends

I got different hoes, in different area codes (Woo, woo)
I feel like Luda, hop out with the shooters (Woo, woo)
If I'm gon' cuff that bitch, gotta make sure that her head right (Woo, woo)
Got a red beam, caught him sleeping at the red light
These niggas been capping, I can't do that shit no mo' (Woo, woo)
If a nigga wasn't real, he can't be around Ricch no more (No)
Hit it one time, I can't even fuck no more (Woo, woo)
Made a million, I don't even count no more (Woo, woo)

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