Roddy Ricch – Real Talk Audio + Lyrics. Blessed American Hip-hop Rapper, Roddy Ricch delivers a classic new record titled “Real Talk” and we have for you below it lyrics.
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Real Talk by Roddy Ricch is an amazing mp3 song with a sing along punchlines and a catchy riddim, stream below to enjoy it lyrics and share with us your thoughts in the comment box below.
Real Talk Lyrics By Roddy Ricch
Mustard on the beat, ho
[Chorus] Real talk, let’s get straight to itI got diamonds in the face (Diamonds in the face)
Know these niggas don’t walk how we walk
They don’t talk how we talk, we got millions of straps
I grew up with the trillest niggas, tryin’ not to stay with the fakes
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, hey
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang
I got the gang, gang, gang [Verse 1] Hoppin’ out the Bentley Mulsanne
Eliantte chain swang
I can make a bitch mood change
Got it in my pocket, loose change
I came from the bottom, I came from the mud
I came from the street
Always road runnin’ some time we ain’t even sleep
And I pray my niggas watchin’ over me
We stand for the streets, what it’s s’posed to be
I lost a lot of people that was close to me
Grab the dope out the car like it’s grocery
She say, “Roddy, sing to me like Jodeci”
Put my dick on her neck like a Rosary
I got control of me, these niggas don’t know [Chorus] Real talk, let’s get straight to it
I got diamonds in the face (Diamonds in the face)
Know these niggas don’t walk how we walk
They don’t talk how we talk, we got millions of straps
I grew up with the trillest niggas, tryin’ not to stay with the fakes
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, hey
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang
I got the gang, gang, gang, yeah [Verse 2] A quarter to sit, I black out the whips, I hold up a fist
I’m big as it get, colossal as shit, enormous as a bitch
Know that these niggas don’t like me
I know that these niggas don’t like me
Nigga, I been in the field, been totin’ my glizzy, doin’ high knees
Mafia, mafia
Millionaires, only in the blue faces we trust
I told shorty mind her business
‘Cause I came straight up out the Guinness
Spent a hundred thousand at the dentist
We ain’t Venus, Serena, my dawg out the court
I put that nigga right in a tennis
Who you know designer down, fresh white tee?
New Hellcat, I was a fresh ’19
How a nigga felt rich without two Cs?
Ain’t nobody out-vibin’ me
The number one, but I ain’t try to be
I told that bitch it ain’t no lyin’ to me
You can play yourself, but ain’t no tryin’ with me [Chorus] Real talk, let’s get straight to it
I got diamonds in the face (Diamonds in face), yeah, yeah
Know these niggas don’t walk how we walk
They don’t talk how we talk, we got millions of straps
I grew up with the trillest niggas, tryin’ not to stay with the fakes
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, hey
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang (Yeah-yeah)
Gang, gang, gang, gang
I got the gang, gang, gang
