Lyrics:
bitch, bitch)
Real, real Rydas up in this bitch
(Bitch, bitch, bitch)
I'm a Ryda, y'all crew ain't nothin'
But soft-ass shit talk
All of y'all frontin'
never gonna stop the rain by complainin'
Because I'm free
Nothin's worryin' me
It won't be long
'Til happiness steps up to greet me
Raindrops
I ain't gonna stop the rain by complaining
Raindrops keep falling on my head
But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turning red
Crying's not for
all I can be
You niggas Marcus Camby, washed up
Pussy, fix your panties, I'm Mr. Marcus, you gettin' fucked, uh
You ain't heard nothin' harder since
(wasn't shit)
Backstabbed by the niggas you was fuckin' with (fuckin' with)
Laughed at by the niggas you was runnin' with (runnin' with)
Treated bad by
make number runs
I, I tote guns, I make number runs"
What I'm sayin' when it's done right
There's nothin' like Red Cafe
There's nothin' like Biggie
Red wine in my glass, but a good heart
Won't we go get to the good part
I shuffle my feet to a superfly beat
I'm about to beat yo, partying in Rio
To all believers, winning is our fashion
Dressed for red carpets
Bright lights, camera, action
Tested by the fire, now we're coming out gold
Withstood all
believers winning is our fashion
Dressed for red carpets
Bright lights, camera, action
Tested by the fire, now we're coming out gold
Withstood all
over here to be choosin' just one, they say you live by it, you'll die by it and I die by the gun
I don't know nothin' so don't ask me shit (Don't ask me
it I need two
I never wanna see that trailer park again I need views
Niggas laughed at me when I was nothin' like I was a fool
But when you got nothin
you're celebratin'
Your anniversary
Or your birthday
Here by yourself?
Then get up and find some one
Because
We don't need no reason to celebrate
We back in business today
Aye, yeah, ain’t no choice
Gotta blow up, just me and my boy
Gonna celebrate and make some noise
Get in our way we gonna
shots are dropping, some of us came to celebrate
But most of us came to get away
It doesn't matter what I say, no matter what I do
Every little thing
gimme
Uh, uh, uh, uh
I'm automatical, infatical, radical even
I wanna clear all the misconceptions and shit ya believe in
I'm leavin' nothin
Damn, this shit takes so much work
But you know what
I did it
I can turn nothin' to somethin'
Woah woah
I look at your girl and she blushin'
Woah
(Verse1)
We run from problems cause we don't know how to solve 'em
Nothin' major just obnoxious
Like my bitch that keeps on talkin'
'bout what she's
(Mojo, that motherfucker crazy)
Get money (haan)
I tell you niggas
Niggas can't tell me shit, nigga (nothin')
How the fuck I'ma listen
off our iPhones
Gon' light that weed up, nobody home and plus were grown, young nigga
With gin in this red cup, turning up cause' we don't give a fuck
Pink pills drop through the trap door
Back room, red ropes there's a little more
Cheap thrills, I got what you're lookin' for
Gotta get it, uh
Gotta get
Richard Mill' gave my wrist frostbite
Stay in the traphouse, trappin' in all white (all white)
Dubai Ferarri, we ain't choppin' at the red light
Nicki Minaj's eyeliner is a
Precision event, a marvel
As if drawn on by the kind of
Pre-programmed robot arm used
For laparoscopic surgeries
It is
Pull up in valet and tell 'em keep it runnin'
(Tell 'em keep it runnin')
Ain't worried 'bout a nigga
Takin' nothin' from me
(Takin' nothin' from me) what
with star 69
They say I say nothin'
That I'm corny and outdated
If I rapped in the '90s
I'd probably be famous
That the flow and the cadence is abrasive
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