Correction Lyrics Fortnight by Roddy Ricch

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Uh, this just what I'm feelin' like
Uh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh
Uh, this just what I'm feelin' like
Uh, feelin' like, uh

Uh, half a million cash, this just what I'm feelin' like
Yeezy match my Dior bag, that's just what I'm feelin' like
Steady missin' all my guys so I ain't feelin' right
We got soul ties like I met you in a different life

Uh, uh, I wouldn't lie to you
Swear if we locked in, I'll die for you
Road to riches, I'm ridin' through, uh
Steppin' on they necks in a designer shoe, uh
Uh, I got jet lag
And that new coupe, it go vroom, yeah, that 'Vette fast
Took off like rockets towards the moon, keep them checks cashed
And we gon' sweep up like a broom when that sh*t blast
I speak no lie, that's facts
My lil' snipеr on the left of me likе Mad Max
And we don't rock with opps so we can't cut them guys slack
Out there posted in the field like a halfback
Now when it come to chasin' mills, I gotta have that
Uh, half a million cash, this just what I'm feelin' like
Yeezy match my Dior bag, that's just what I'm feelin' like
Steady missin' all my guys so I ain't feelin' right
We got soul ties like I met you in a different life

Yeah, I been stuntin' on 'em like I skateboard
And they say it cost to be the boss, well, I can pay for it
Feel like a real solider tryna live through everyday war
I come from a city, if they starvin', they'll take yours
I made it out so my Patek be feelin' like a trophy
I got twenty-four chains, ballin' like I'm Kobe
Felt underrated, had to gain my recognition slowly
I bet she gon' say I'm the realest if she get to know me

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