Thailand Song Lyrics

Description:- Thailand Lyrics Roddy Ricch are Provided in this article. This is a new song which is sang by famous Singer Roddy Ricch. This song is from LIVE LIFE FAST album. This song will release on 17 December 2021.

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Song:– Thailand

Singer:– Roddy Ricch

Album:– LIVE LIFE FAST

Producer:– Southside

Written:– Roddy Ricch

Thailand Lyrics Roddy Ricch

[Chorus]
Flew my bitch out from Thailand, she do the most
My niggas hot like some Cayenne, sittin’ in your throat
They spend a quarter million in the private, just for the show
Shawty gon’ call a nigga “Your highness”, ’cause we fuck on the low
And I get about twelve for a key
If a nigga playin’ chess, I’m king
My niggas ridin’ with Berettas, fuck a sting
You know I’m poppin’ every lil’ ting
Got a lot of D, got a lot of hundreds
Go to buy the bitch with a lot of money

[Verse 1]
You know Bird loungin’ by the pool
You know Donbo comin’ with the woo
I think Keefa just bought some new sneakers
Five-thousand, them bitches brand new
I was ridin’ on the jet with lil Setty
Hе my lil’ bro but that nigga heavy
I spent twenty-fivе thou’ on her titties
They took her ass fat right out her belly
I want some diamonds, I want some baguetties
Eliantte callin’ every time I’m ready
Off a couple bars, I don’t need a medic
If I did it, then I meant it and I said it
Dwayne Wade how I kept the heat
Say she a squirter, it got wet on the seat
I got a burden like a man in a meet
Feel like I buy another safe every week
Fivio said she a wetty
I was sittin’ at the trap house whippin’ shit out the crocker like Betty
All a nigga need ’bout ten racks, he’ll pop you if you pop a thirty
My lil’ nigga do dirty
He just need the lil’ wordie
Give a fuck ’bout the verdict

[Verse 2]
Ayy, if I got the time, fuck her like a menace
Open up her tonsils like she at the dentist
Writin’ checks, had to work on my penmanship
What you got, I spent more on the fit, I spent more on my bitch
Twenty bitches on top of the Ritz
Got the store, you should cop you some kicks
We gettin’ money, hooray, hooray, hooray
Havin’ dodey on dodey, ain’t talkin’ no stimulus
We went to war for this shit
When you stackin’ up paper on paper on paper
You gon’ need some more of this shit (Huh)
Livin’ prototype, they gon’ copy a nigga
I done spent some M’s on my property, nigga
Got rich off “The Box” how I box me a nigga