Ric Flair歌词

I’m stepping in the mother****** driver’s chair (I get grips yea like Ric Flair)
And these suckas tryina ride and so we die in there (I get grips yea like Ric Flair)
I’ve been stuntin 7-5 thousand diamonds clear (I get grips yea like Ric Flair)
You ain’t no gangsta, you’s a mother******
Ron my playa (I get grips yea like Ric Flair)
Been moving ************, state to state
Spittin flows, getting cake
****** hoes, get plenty face
My friends say
I’m a mental case
My ************ sayin
I leave er
And she gon give me a bigger case
She know where the shotties and a bunch of ****** bodies lit
Natural pullin struttin ************,
I’ll be getting money
If a sucka try and punk me,
I’m bombing – no introductions
If these homies try and brush,
I chop it, get off and run it
I grew up in the 90’s,
I keep me from frontin
With a 6th sense, money power get that
I’m livin the thug life
I’m rolling to them big stripes, big stacks, go like
I’m pitch black
I take er for the night and after that you get your ************ back
Well she won’t let you get that
I’m stepping in the mother****** driver’s chair (I get grips yea like Ric Flair)
And these suckas tryina ride and so we die in there (I get grips yea like Ric Flair)
I’ve been stuntin 7-5 thousand diamonds clear (I get grips yea like Ric Flair)
You ain’t no gangsta, you’s a mother****** rhyme my playa (I get grips yea like Ric Flair)
I hit 22 gun shots to ******s who love cops
Them picking up people in mug shots
I’m on my grind (I get money, big money),
Yea, I’m on my grind (I get money, big money)
I hit 22 gun shots to ******s who love cops
Them picking up people in mug shots
I’m on my grind (I get money, big money),
Yea, I’m on my grind (I get money, big money)
Roll out!
It’s bread over everything, you get your money – let it be
Life is just a felony, at least that’s what they tellin me
G code, I live it to the letter like it’s spellin
B One foot in the grave, still the bury me a ******
G I’m stepping in the mother****** driver’s chair (I get grips yea like Ric Flair)
And these suckas tryina ride and so we die in there (I get grips yea like Ric Flair)
I’ve been stuntin 7-5 thousand diamonds clear (I get grips yea like Ric Flair)
You ain’t no gangsta, you’s a mother****** rhyme my playa (I get grips yea like Ric Flair)
Halla at them
G Wanna make some money man
Let’s work for real bread man, not paying man
You work with me
Ric mother******
Flair ******