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Performed by: Roddy Ricch
Language: English
Written by: Mistey Garcia, Rodrick Moore
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Roddy Ricch - Free Game Lyrics




Baby, I can't stop until that duffel unfold
Cost your whole life just to
Pull up in that Rolls
I was that lil', nigga
I was whipping on the stove
Sixteen years old I was kicking in them doors
My nigga in the prison he
Told me some niggas told
Most niggas ain't solid
Swear it's some niggas fold
We flooded the Patek's
The streets and build stoves
We running with the techs and
Cleats the field cold
They sent him to the pound
For pounds my dawg gone
They searching and up the whip and I
Hope they don't find the phone
I call my Piru partners and
They told me slime gone
Smoking that gelato got me
Different time zone
I stack the Benjamins and ran it up
Know you want me for money baby
You leaving just beg me to go
I just roll up a fat one baby
You see me don't pass me the Dutch
They call me lil bird young
Nigga put your wing up
Depression got a nigga dropping Xannies
In the lean cup
We mud brothers these bitches
Can't come between us
I just run up a sack niggas
Always tryna know what I'm on
I pull up in the white
No location give my dawg the phone
My nigga in the prison he
Told me some niggas told
Most niggas ain't silent for
Instance some niggas fold
We flooded the Pateks the streets
The and build stoves
We running with the techs and
Cleats the field cold
They sent them to the pound
For pounds my dawg gone
They searching up the whip and I
Hope they don't find a phone
I call my power partners and
They told me slime gone
Smoking that gelato got me
Different time zone
Running up these hunnid on me and my
Niggas don't count on the deal
See me in the streets, you breach
Just know that I keep me a steel
Lot a niggas hating tryna get
My bitch to use me
Talking bout that nigga my nigga just
Throw on a two piece
Hop up in that Audi gotta get that bag today
Thanking God that me and all
My niggas pad the same
Thanking God that I can count
These hunnids in a wraith
Don't want okay, I do the race
They pray don't find the phone
I pray don't find the phone
Hope they don't find the phone
We better don't find the phone
These niggas ain't know what I'm on
Cause I'm in a different time zone
No, no, oh, ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya
Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya
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English

Baby, I can't stop until that duffel unfold
Cost your whole life just to
Pull up in that Rolls
I was that lil', nigga
I was whipping on the stove
Sixteen years old I was kicking in them doors
My nigga in the prison he
Told me some niggas told
Most niggas ain't solid
Swear it's some niggas fold
We flooded the Patek's
The streets and build stoves
We running with the techs and
Cleats the field cold
They sent him to the pound
For pounds my dawg gone
They searching and up the whip and I
Hope they don't find the phone
I call my Piru partners and
They told me slime gone
Smoking that gelato got me
Different time zone
I stack the Benjamins and ran it up
Know you want me for money baby
You leaving just beg me to go
I just roll up a fat one baby
You see me don't pass me the Dutch
They call me lil bird young
Nigga put your wing up
Depression got a nigga dropping Xannies
In the lean cup
We mud brothers these bitches
Can't come between us
I just run up a sack niggas
Always tryna know what I'm on
I pull up in the white
No location give my dawg the phone
My nigga in the prison he
Told me some niggas told
Most niggas ain't silent for
Instance some niggas fold
We flooded the Pateks the streets
The and build stoves
We running with the techs and
Cleats the field cold
They sent them to the pound
For pounds my dawg gone
They searching up the whip and I
Hope they don't find a phone
I call my power partners and
They told me slime gone
Smoking that gelato got me
Different time zone
Running up these hunnid on me and my
Niggas don't count on the deal
See me in the streets, you breach
Just know that I keep me a steel
Lot a niggas hating tryna get
My bitch to use me
Talking bout that nigga my nigga just
Throw on a two piece
Hop up in that Audi gotta get that bag today
Thanking God that me and all
My niggas pad the same
Thanking God that I can count
These hunnids in a wraith
Don't want okay, I do the race
They pray don't find the phone
I pray don't find the phone
Hope they don't find the phone
We better don't find the phone
These niggas ain't know what I'm on
Cause I'm in a different time zone
No, no, oh, ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya
Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya
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Writer: Mistey Garcia, Rodrick Moore
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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