2 Chainz - Riverdale Rd lyrics

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2 Chainz - Riverdale Rd lyrics

Yeaaaa Turn that maafaka up NOLAN Woah Know what I'm saying, I wanna feel like I was in some muthafakin' Danger I got my mothaf**in' pistol in my pocket, ya dig? Yeah, in the booth, on some 5540 old national sh**, you know what it is, n***a We in the back, n***a, way in the back, n***a, serving sacks, n***a and serving Act Mane, c'mon with the Kap, bruh AAAAAAAHHHHHHH Riverdale, he was there, she was there, you wasn't there I was the same ol' n***a Yeah that trap had raised a n***a How could you blame a n***a? Gold everywhere, gold over there, Trinidad James you n***as Came on the set with hundreds to bet But I still changed you n***as, yeah My first foreign car, it was a Bimmer My second foreign car, it was a Bimmer My third foreign car, it was a Porsche My fourth foreign car you can't afford My pocket pregnant, don't want no abortion My draws got them horses, my car got them horses Rocking some Pradas like they was Air Forces We had no choices Riverdale, he was there, she was there, you wasn't there I was the same ol' n***a Yeah that trap had raised a n***a How could you blame a n***a? Gold everywhere, gold over there, Trinidad James you n***as Came on the set with hundreds to bet But I still changed you n***as, yeah You wasn't there when mama was struggling You wasn't there when mama was fussing Told 'em ketchup, you too far in the mustard I had a Chevelle and wanted a Cutla** I went to work and I made an abundance Gucci flip flops with the corns and bunions Counting blue hundreds and smoking an onion And she got an onion and I wanna rub it We hanging off the Nat, see that's where my office at We dressed all in black We got 'em calling back, just went to the mall and back When you was the quarterback, I had the quarter sacks Riverdale, Riverdale, Riverdale, Riverdale, Riverdale Riverdale Rd., n***a He was there, he was there, you weren't there He was there, she was there Riverdale Rd., n***a Abracadabra, I turned myself into a millionaire I wore some Gucci to your mama house just to leave it there Riverdale, he was there, she was there, you wasn't there I was the same ol' n***a Yeah that trap had raised a n***a How could you blame a n***a? Gold everywhere, gold over there, Trinidad James you n***as Came on the set with hundreds to bet But I still changed you n***as, yeah I know something you don't know I'm gonna get some bands, yeah I know something you don't know, yeah I'm gonna get some bands Okay, from grams to Grammys Okay, from fans to family I went from trips we tryna plan To cribs in South Miami They got my vision fancy She in my crib, no panties I told the b**h she got to sit down Just to understand me They asking, "What's the plan, B?" I don't have a Plan B I told 'em this sh** got to work It's just like candy to me I mean it's hard but it's sweet I'm Drench God in the streets I break the law in the sheets I make her cum on repeat I know something you don't know I'm gonna get some bands, oh yeah I know something you don't know, yeah I'm gonna get some bands Riverdale, Riverdale!

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