‘Thailand’ Lyrics By Roddy Ricch | Official Lyrics

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Roddy Ricch Lyrics

Here is the official lyrics to ‘Thailand’ by Roddy Ricch. ‘Thailand’ is a hit song dropped by Roddy Ricch, produced by Southside, for the purpose of Roddy Ricch’s fans and our esteemed readers, we’ve compiled the complete lyrics to the song, check it out below.

Thailand Lyrics By Roddy Ricch | Official Lyrics
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Roddy Ricch – Thailand Lyrics

Chorus
Flew my bitch out from Thailand, she do the most
My niggas hot like some Cayenne, sitting in your throat
They spend a quarter million in the private, just for the show
Shawty gon’ call a nigga “Your highness,” ’cause we fuck on the low
And I get about twelve for a key
If a nigga playing chess, I’m king
My niggas riding with Berettas, fuck a sting
You know I’m popping every lil’ ting
Got a lot of D, got a lot of hundreds
Go to buy the bitch with a lot of money

Verse 1
You know Bird lounging by the pool
You know Donbo coming with the woo
I think Keefa just bought some new sneakers
Five-thousand, them bitches brand new
I was riding on the jet with lil Setty
Hе my lil’ bro but that nigga heavy
I spent twenty-fivе thou’ on her titties
They took her ass fat right out her belly
I want some diamonds, I want some baguetties
Eliantte calling every time I’m ready
Off a couple bars, I don’t need a medic
If I did it, then I meant it and I said it
Dwyane Wade how I kept the heat
Say she a squirter, it got wet on the seat
I got a burden like a man in a meet
Feel like I buy another safe every week
Fivio said she a wetty
I was sitting at the trap house whipping shit out the crocker like Betty
All a nigga need ’bout ten racks, he’ll pop you if you pop a thirty
My lil’ nigga do dirty
He just need the lil’ wordie
Give a fuck ’bout the verdict

Chorus
Flew my bitch out from Thailand, she do the most
My niggas hot like some Cayenne, sitting in your throat
They spend a quarter million in the private, just for the show
Shawty gon’ call a nigga “Your highness,” ’cause we fuck on the low
And I get about twelve for a key
If a nigga playing chess, I’m king
My niggas riding with Berettas, fuck a sting
You know I’m popping every lil’ ting
Got a lot of D, got a lot of hundreds
Go to buy the bitch with a lot of money

Verse 2
Ayy, if I got the time, fuck her like a menace
Open up her tonsils like she at the dentist
Writing checks, had to work on my penmanship
What you got, I spent more on the fit, I spent more on my bitch
Twenty bitches on top of the Ritz
Got the store, you should cop you some kicks
We getting money, hooray, hooray, hooray
Having dodey on dodey, ain’t talking no stimulus
We went to war for this shit
When you stacking up paper on paper on paper
You gon’ need some more of this shit (Huh)
Living prototype, they gon’ copy a nigga
I done spent some M’s on my property, nigga
Got rich off “The Box” how I box me a nigga

Chorus
Flew my bitch out from Thailand, she do the most
My niggas hot like some Cayenne, sitting in your throat
They spend a quarter million in the private, just for the show
Shawty gon’ call a nigga “Your highness,” ’cause we fuck on the low
And I get about twelve for a key
If a nigga playing chess, I’m king
My niggas riding with Berettas, fuck a sting
You know I’m popping every lil’ ting
Got a lot of D, got a lot of hundreds
Go to buy the bitch with a lot of money

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