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Roddy Ricch – Out Tha Mud

Posted by on June 11th, 2019

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in anticipation for his forthcoming project tagged “Out Tha Mud” album, fast rising American rapper Roddy Ricch dishes out a brand new track titled “Out Tha Mud”.
On this track, Roddy raps about how much he’s spent.

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Out Tha Mud by Roddy Ricch Lyrics:

I just copped Amiri jeans, chains clanking, now she think she hearing things
I just counted up a hundred bands with all my dogs at the Airbnb
All these n—– tryna be me, got a new Hellcat, stay clear of me
And I got extended clips for all these f— n—–
I’m straight out the mud, I can’t f— with f— n—–
Why he say where he from? I don’t give a f—, n—-
A lot of y’all switched up on me, I don’t trust n—–
I just put my middle finger up, f— a f— n—-

Hey, gang slide, gang slide, that’s what I was doing last year
A lot of people say I’m being humble, n—-, this the last year
Got so many bands, I’m the cashier, hey
A n—- retired the hats, b—- I can’t do no cappin’ here
And I gotta keep the rachet with me
Take his knee, got ’em callin’ Kaepernick
Puerto rican, she freaky, I bag the b——
Migos throw me the p—- I’m dabbin’ in it
I’m a crip n—- but I got to fucck my slimes, hmm, hmm, hey
Nike headband, got the check right ’round my mind, hmm, hmm
I just can’t f— with these f— n—–
Sniper look like a goose, I can’t duck n—–
I lay down on the pillow with plus three
Talking ’bout how they all wanna f— a n—-
I ain’t no likkle n—-, and I ain’t no b—- n—-
My text is a six figures, but I drop that on my whip n—-

I just copped Amiri jeans, chains clanking, now she think she hearing things
I just counted up a hundred bands with all my dogs at the Airbnb
All these n—– tryna be me, got a new Hellcat, stay clear of me
And I got extended clips for all these f— n—–
I’m straight out the mud, I can’t f— with f— n—–
Why he say where he from? I don’t give a f—, n—-
A lot of y’all switched up on me, I don’t trust n—–
I just put my middle finger up, f— a f— n—-

I be like “F— that n—- he ain’t talkin’ no money”
If it ain’t got twenties, fifties, hunnids, I don’t love it
Look at my cup it’s double
Doin’ [?] that some problem
And codeine one hell of a drug
Sometimes a n—- gotta go and say f—
Bought the new coupe [?] I know my baby love it
Stirrin’ the pot like a n—- makin’ butter
Holy water just to flip the face up
Natural b——, I’m like “F— make up”
Love my b—— with her Marc Jacobs
She poppin’ it, I gotta smash
She trippin’ I got a bag
I’m coppin’ Chanel on the reg’
I ain’t got time for these f— n—–
Keep a pistol on me, don’t try your luck n—-, hey
If you ain’t gang, n—- I don’t f— with you, hey
F— your kind n—-, you a f— n—-, hey

I just copped Amiri jeans, chains clanking, now she think she hearing things
I just counted up a hundred bands with all my dogs at the Airbnb
All these n—– tryna be me, got a new Hellcat, stay clear of me
And I got extended clips for all these f— n—–
I’m straight out the mud, I can’t f— with f— n—–
Why he say where he from? I don’t give a f—, n—-
A lot of y’all switched up on me, I don’t trust n—–
I just put my middle finger up, f— a f— n—-


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