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Area Codes 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 sleepin' at the red light These niggas been cappin', I can't do that shit no mo' (Woo, woo) If a ni*** wasn't real, he can't be around Ricch no more (No) Hit it one time, I can't even f*** no more (Woo, woo) Made a million, I don't even count no more (Woo, woo) Rare talk, yeah, talk, I'm gettin' to the bag, ni*** Niggas call me Goyard Roddy 'cause a ni*** hoppin' out my bag, ni*** Never fell in love with a bitch 'cause Ricch ain't goin' out sad, ni*** I was just choppin' it up with Meek, now I hop out the Wag', ni*** Whippin' 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 robbin', you ain't never make the news (Never made the news) Countin' up 10 racks, then I got some brand new shoes I got a brown skin bad as Meagan Good Pullin' up Panamera when I'm in my hood Niggas think I made a million off the drugs 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 sleepin' at the red light These niggas been cappin', I can't do that shit no mo' (Woo, woo) If a ni*** wasn't real, he can't be around Ricch no more (No) Hit it one time, I can't even f*** no more (Woo, woo) Made a million, I don't even count no more (Woo, woo) I just fuc*** her then I kicked her, no romancin' She just like me 'cause my diamonds dancin' like a ballerina If a ni*** movin' 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, waitin' on my call for memory Slangin' 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 steppin' 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 Crippin', lil' ni***, 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 sleepin' at the red light These niggas been cappin', I can't do that shit no mo' (Woo, woo) If a ni*** wasn't real, he can't be around Ricch no more (No) Hit it one time, I can't even f*** no more (Woo, woo) Made a million, I don't even count no more (Woo, woo)
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