Richard Flair Lyrics by Babyface Ray is the latest English song from the album “FACE”. Richard Flair lyrics were written by Babyface Ray while the song is produced by Foe Thousand Watts.
Richard Flair Song Details:
| Song | Richard Flair |
| Album | FACE |
| Singer | Babyface Ray |
| Produce by | Foe Thousand Watts |
| Lyricist | Babyface Ray |
Richard Flair Lyrics
(You recordin’, Smerf?)
You know what’s goin’ with this shit
(Foe Thousand)
Keep it trill, keep it real with yourself
I was trippin’, trippin’ hard, then I fell
Richard Mille in the field, I feel like Odell
Spill my lean and niggas sip, I feel like Richard Flair
I’d hate to be you lame-ass niggas
Fuck it, pop it with me, let me get you there
I just hit that ho, I’m skatin’ past niggas
Treat ’em like Air 1s, this a different pair
Radio Raheem, love and the hate
I cannot complain, bills paid, paper straight
I was state-to-state, hustled, hustled every day
When you get a bag, keep it back, fuck what niggas say
Rap game fucked up, but you can’t blamе me
Seen ’em come, seen thеm bitches go, and they was payin’ me
I done been broke, seen it rain, it ain’t a thing to me
Rock the Prada coat, doin’ dope, it ain’t no changin’ me
Smell the privilege pack, feel the fragrance, I’m in TSA
Hundred K, dope boy swag, stopped by DEA
First class, pourin’ lean, tweakin’, it’s just me and bae
Late night, skeeted in a freak, I wasn’t thinkin’ straight (Trippin’)
You don’t have the answers, who are you? Nobody knows (Who?)
Catch me in the club probably with somebody ho (My bad)
What’s the newest fashion? Man, I probably got it on
Gave her Perc’ work, now a nigga tatted on her
My lil’ nigga caught his first body, I’m prayin’ for him
Told him if I need some shit erased, I’m payin’ for it
Bro, don’t feel no way if these ones start landin’ on you
She just wanna be like my Glock, it stand on her
Yeah, I love you too
If your friend bad, don’t be mad we fuckin’ too
I’m in love with pink and blue
Ten in pink fifties, ten in blue, I’m Crippin’, fool (Nigga)
Walk it like I talk it, I’m high as a martian
Heard them niggas speakin’, now your bitch a target
Shawty head dumb, man, that bitch retarded
Rose gold soda, so I went and bought it
Keep it trill, keep it real with yourself
I was trippin’, trippin’ hard, then I fell
Richard Mille in the field, I feel like Odell
Spill my lean and niggas sip, I feel like Richard Flair
I’d hate to be you lame-ass niggas
Fuck it, pop it with me, let me get you there
I just hit that ho, I’m skatin’ past niggas
Treat ’em like Air 1s, this a different pair
Treat ’em like Air 1s, rock ’em once and then I’m done