Roddy Ricch – Underdog Lyrics

Underdog Lyrics by Roddy Ricch (from “F1” soundtrack) I got the garage (Roof) I got a hundred cars This for the underdogs The teller just asked me how I want

Roddy Ricch – Lonely Road Lyrics

Lonely Road Lyrics – Roddy Ricch I need help ’cause I’m blinded, God, give me direction Can you send me some angels for protection? Been a whole lot of choices,

Roddy Ricch – 911 Lyrics

911 Lyrics Roddy Ricch I done caught my tempo, baby, I don’t miss Baby momma in a Mercedes on the daily They named me Mr. Ricch Shake my hand and

Roddy Ricch – Just Because Lyrics

Just Because Lyrics – Roddy Ricch Counting all this pape I ain’t never think I lost Riding in the states, thinking about my way to boss up If a nigga

Roddy Ricch – King Size Lyrics

King Size Lyrics – Roddy Ricch Sonic going crazy Yeah, yeah Uh-huh Uh-huh Uh-huh Uh-huh Sleep on a king size (Uh-huh) Wet like the springtime (Uh-huh) Colossal ring size (Uh-huh)

Roddy Ricch – Heavier Lyrics

Heavier Lyrics – Roddy Ricch It’s only one of me, I promise I’m cut from a cloth Got niggas that’ll step for me, I promise they’ll knock you off They

Roddy Ricch – Blue Cheese Lyrics

Blue Cheese Lyrics – Roddy Ricch Posted up with Yeezy, got the chain on my Rolls Royce Running up a mil’ too easy, I ain’t got no choice Did a

Roddy Ricch – Get Swept Lyrics

Get Swept Lyrics – Roddy Ricch Had twenty cash at the spot Had to stash twenty cash at the spot Started little but I made it to a lot Had

Roddy Ricch – Fade Away Lyrics

Fade Away Lyrics – Roddy Ricch I can’t wait to show you off You a diamond in the rough Cut out from a different cloth I ain’t trying to do

Roddy Ricch – #1 Freak Lyrics

#1 Freak Lyrics – Roddy Ricch (feat. Ty Dolla $ign) You already on freaky shit You a #1 freak And she love it when I dig deep dick Have her

Roddy Ricch – Pressure Lyrics

Pressure Lyrics – Roddy Ricch Getting too much money, I ain’t even trying to take no advice I got some baguetties, you know I’m buried in the ice I’m in

Roddy Ricch – No Rest Lyrics

No Rest Lyrics – Roddy Ricch I don’t ever get no rest Working, I ain’t even got a desk Popping bad hoes out of Catch Popping bad hoes out of

Roddy Ricch – Twin Lyrics

Twin Lyrics – Roddy Ricch Turn the beat down, the bass crazy Twin (Twin), that’s my twin (That’s my twin) Twin (Twin), that’s my twin (That’s my twin) GLE (GLE),

Roddy Ricch – Stop Breathing Lyrics

Stop Breathing Lyrics – Roddy Ricch Ayy Look out the window, what do I see? A couple yachts, I got some thots that trot the seven seas Got CCs and

Roddy Ricch – Ghetto Superstar Lyrics

Ghetto Superstar Lyrics – Roddy Ricch I got a bullet with your name on it, fuckin’ kill ’em So fuck your eyes, as I sip this Glock, we twistin’ livers