Feed Tha Streets III

Roddy Ricch

Just Because

King Size

Heavier

Blue Cheese

Favor For A Favor

Twin (feat. Lil Durk)

Aston Martin Truck

Get Swept

Belly Of The Beast

Stop Breathing

Fade Away

#1 Freak (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

Pressure

No Rest

Letter To My Son

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Herbert Randall Wright

Ashot Akopian

Alvin Alsace

Marvis undefined

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Emmanuel David

Kevin Cross

Ayy

Look out the window, what do I see?
A couple yachts, they got some thots that trot the seven seas
Got CCs and Louis Vs out of every season
Card me please, Forgis make ′em stop breathin'

Mustard just sent the new Ferrari, I just might cop me one
They can′t be rich, they just tryna make a carbon copy of 'em
Countin' up this new money, every single day I′m home
I ain′t worried 'bout what they be on
You do what you can, I live a lifestyle on the daily, homes
Bracelets on my right wrist, I got 80 on, my fragrance strong
My bitch on top, we′re tapin', she don′t ride it with no lace on
The lean poured, the Ace gone, the double R, the gray stone
The inside blueberry and the outside is Akon

Look out the window, what do I see?
A couple yachts, they got some thots that trot the seven seas
Got CCs and Louis Vs out of every season
Card me please, Forgis make 'em stop breathin′

It's hard to stomach that
I'm out running laps and I ain′t comin′ back
Maybach jumpin' like a jumpin′ jack off the mumble rap
Where Roddy at? I be chasin' chicken, had to cut the fat
Only wear it one time, did a show, forgot to cut the tags
Another day, another seal, another deal, another bag
Was nineteen, chartin′ up the jets, I'm in another class
Niggas couldn′t even tell, I was out gettin' cash
Graduated from the streets, I ain't gotta bring up my past

Look out the window, what do I see?
A couple yachts, they got some thots that trot the seven seas
Got CCs and Louis Vs out of every season
Card me please, Forgis make ′em stop breathin′

Look out the window, what do I see?
A couple yachts, they got some thots that trot the seven seas
Got CCs and Louis Vs out of every season
Card me please, Forgis make 'em stop breathin′

intro

A couple yachts, they got some thots that trot the seven seas

Card me please, Forgis make 'em stop breathin'

chorus

Mustard just sent the new Ferrari, I just might cop me one

They can't be rich, they just tryna make a carbon copy of 'em

Countin' up this new money, every single day I'm home

You do what you can, I live a lifestyle on the daily, homes

Bracelets on my right wrist, I got 80 on, my fragrance strong

My bitch on top, we're tapin', she don't ride it with no lace on

The lean poured, the Ace gone, the double R, the gray stone

The inside blueberry and the outside is Akon

verse

I'm out running laps and I ain't comin' back

Maybach jumpin' like a jumpin' jack off the mumble rap

Where Roddy at? I be chasin' chicken, had to cut the fat

Only wear it one time, did a show, forgot to cut the tags

Another day, another seal, another deal, another bag

Was nineteen, chartin' up the jets, I'm in another class

Niggas couldn't even tell, I was out gettin' cash

Graduated from the streets, I ain't gotta bring up my past

Feed Tha Streets III • 2022

Stop Breathing

Roddy Ricch

Lyrics of Stop Breathing by Roddy Ricch

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