Tory Lanez - Ric Flair lyrics

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Tory Lanez - Ric Flair lyrics

[Intro: Ric Flair] [Verse 1: Tory Lanez] Boy floatin' down sh**s creek Who goin' need the paddle when the sh**s deep We ain't Bobby Shmurda but the clique deep Caught a body a week ago, we were this weak (Gunshots) Don't f** wit me Boy floatin' down sh**s creek Who goin' need the paddle when the sh**s deep We ain't Bobby Shmurda but the clique deep Caught a body a week ago, we were this weak I just want it all, I just want it all Even when I'm knowing that ain't sh** to you I just pray to God, I just pray to God Oh lord, you done made my wrist weak Jumpman, you could call me [?] Pullin' out of line like a Jango f**in' Ric Flair on em', pullin' out the chamber like a [?] I just got some muthaf**in', puttin' b**hes all up in a land castle Took a b**h and flew her out to South Beach This is how you put a dog in a sand castle Done know, we done blow I could live without a Magazine cover But shoutout to my n***as from the XXL All I need is, magnum rubbers But f** the competition, let the s** sale [Bridge] Side disc, dog You talkin' bout you f**in my b**h, awh Let's keep it real, I never eat your baby, mom But boy I treat her like a side dish, dawg Don't get it f**ed up [Verse 2] Last time, I ain't had time for it But today I got time for it n***a dressin' up for Tom Ford Just to get that (clap, clap) like my dogs tryn encore Oh my God, you gon hate a n***a on my mom And no lie, I be on my job A lot of n***as be jammed when they talkin' but they don't want drama We a different kinda sinister Rollie presidential but the prime minister n***as got a chopper and a nine [?] Liu Kang n***as I could fly finish em', whooo [Hook] Ric Flair, the b**hes love me on my Ric Flair Ric Flair, the b**hes love me on my Ric Flair Ric Flair, the b**hes love me on my Ric Flair n***a Ric Flair, the money long like my b**h here All these b**hes should know All these n***as should know All these b**hes should know All these n***as sh**, done known [Verse 3: Rory Trustory ] I'm sorry n***a you forced it f** it, just say you love it and forfeit All my brother goin' corporate, I see us #1 on this forbes list My closet still covered in jordans Still thuggin', still ruggin', n***as still can't f**in' afford this Bout to pay the lawyers off for my n***a Kellz We still talkin' like they're cell phones in his cell I touchdown just like its NFL, then I'm in a SSL Then I'm in a shawty named Vanessa cell I'm pullin' off the SLS sippin' VSOP .......