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Nik D - RiRi Lyrics



Nik D - RiRi Lyrics




Once I get that orange rari'
I'll be racin' in it
Spark a wood of exotic
Get to tastin' wit it
Oh what's the stitch
This ya bitch
She shake when I'm in it
Get on ya feet
Touch ya toe
I'm bout to cream all init
Tell me why I'm in my zone
But they mad now
I doubled up
Got it up
Got some fans now
This new money
This some shit
You wouldn't know about
Parents mad
'Cause they boy been on a paper route
New money
Yeah
I need it right now
Full of talent
'nother college dropout
I was ditchin' school
Coming back to ball out
In n outta class
I just had to figure out

I need a bitch like Riri'
Ass fat
With a pussy on Waikiki
Paradise
The type to call me when she need me
Come thru
Beat it up
She don't wanna leave me
Scandalous
How I dip off ina' 6 speed
Might jus' hit her back
Late night
When she get creamy
She Fiji
Im alkaline
An she drink me
Showed a couple tricks
Now all she do is treat me

Who this girl here
Yeah I see her
She choosin'
Ima picky person
It's my time
She abusin'
She said she a rider
Then be acting so clueless
Ion' get that shit
Girl that shit be too confusing
Watch once I'm that Hellephant
I'll be zoomin'
Rollin' BB Cruffin
Use my knees
To keep it movin'
I guess you could say I'm goin up
Im jus tuned in
When that beat come on
I do my dance
I start groovin'

Once I get that orange rari'
I'll be racin' in it
Spark a wood of exotic
Get to tastin' wit it
Oh what's the stitch
This ya bitch
She shake when I'm in it
Get on ya feet
Touch ya toe
I'm bout to cream all init
Tell me why I'm in my zone
But they mad now
I doubled up
Got it up
And got some fans now
This new money
This some shit
You wouldn't know about
Parents mad
'Cause they boy been on a paper route
New money
Yeah
I need it right now
Full of talent
'nother college dropout
I was ditchin school
Coming back to ball out
In n outta class
I just had to figure out

Bape hoodie on
Spark the wood
An not be agitated
Smokin' to fly
Up and away
Looks like we to Jamaica
Came a long way
It's better days
And I'm mo than able
Im gettin' pape
Im makin' moves
An puttin' on the table

Neva' need a bitch
I'm what a bitch need
3 digits on the dash
That's a top speed
Turn around
Double back
Im in a new scene
Dolce Gabanna on the shoes
Man them bitches clean
Always had a plan A
It ain't no plan B
On my way
To the top
But who is wit me
I done seen some people change
The shit was sickening
Ion' even gotta fake it
Keep it real wit me
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Once I get that orange rari'
I'll be racin' in it
Spark a wood of exotic
Get to tastin' wit it
Oh what's the stitch
This ya bitch
She shake when I'm in it
Get on ya feet
Touch ya toe
I'm bout to cream all init
Tell me why I'm in my zone
But they mad now
I doubled up
Got it up
Got some fans now
This new money
This some shit
You wouldn't know about
Parents mad
'Cause they boy been on a paper route
New money
Yeah
I need it right now
Full of talent
'nother college dropout
I was ditchin' school
Coming back to ball out
In n outta class
I just had to figure out

I need a bitch like Riri'
Ass fat
With a pussy on Waikiki
Paradise
The type to call me when she need me
Come thru
Beat it up
She don't wanna leave me
Scandalous
How I dip off ina' 6 speed
Might jus' hit her back
Late night
When she get creamy
She Fiji
Im alkaline
An she drink me
Showed a couple tricks
Now all she do is treat me

Who this girl here
Yeah I see her
She choosin'
Ima picky person
It's my time
She abusin'
She said she a rider
Then be acting so clueless
Ion' get that shit
Girl that shit be too confusing
Watch once I'm that Hellephant
I'll be zoomin'
Rollin' BB Cruffin
Use my knees
To keep it movin'
I guess you could say I'm goin up
Im jus tuned in
When that beat come on
I do my dance
I start groovin'

Once I get that orange rari'
I'll be racin' in it
Spark a wood of exotic
Get to tastin' wit it
Oh what's the stitch
This ya bitch
She shake when I'm in it
Get on ya feet
Touch ya toe
I'm bout to cream all init
Tell me why I'm in my zone
But they mad now
I doubled up
Got it up
And got some fans now
This new money
This some shit
You wouldn't know about
Parents mad
'Cause they boy been on a paper route
New money
Yeah
I need it right now
Full of talent
'nother college dropout
I was ditchin school
Coming back to ball out
In n outta class
I just had to figure out

Bape hoodie on
Spark the wood
An not be agitated
Smokin' to fly
Up and away
Looks like we to Jamaica
Came a long way
It's better days
And I'm mo than able
Im gettin' pape
Im makin' moves
An puttin' on the table

Neva' need a bitch
I'm what a bitch need
3 digits on the dash
That's a top speed
Turn around
Double back
Im in a new scene
Dolce Gabanna on the shoes
Man them bitches clean
Always had a plan A
It ain't no plan B
On my way
To the top
But who is wit me
I done seen some people change
The shit was sickening
Ion' even gotta fake it
Keep it real wit me
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Writer: Nikolas Dorsett
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Nik D
Language: English
Length: 2:41
Written by: Nikolas Dorsett

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