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Ric Flair

I’m stepping in the motherfuckin driver’s chair\n(I get grips yea like Ric Flair)\nAnd these suckas tryina ride and so we die in there\n(I get grips yea like Ric Flair)\nI’ve been stuntin 7−5 thousand diamonds clear\n(I get grips yea like Ric Flair)\nYou ain’t no gangsta, you’s a motherfuckin Ron my playa\n(I get grips yea like Ric Flair)\nBeen moving weed, state to state\nSpittin flows, getting cake\nFuckin hoes, get plenty face\nMy friends say I’m a mental case\nMy bitch sayin I leave er\nAnd she gon give me a bigger case\nShe know where the shotties and a bunch of fuckin bodies lit\nNatural pullin struttin bitch, I’ll be getting money\nIf a sucka try and punk me, I’m bombing — no introductions\nIf these homies try and brush, I chop it, get off and run it\nI grew up in the 90's, I keep me from frontin\nWith a 6th sense, money power get that I’m livin the thug life\nI’m rolling to them big stripes, big stacks, go like I’m pitch black\nI take er for the night and after that you get your bitch back\nWell she won’t let you get that\nI’m stepping in the motherfuckin driver’s chair\n(I get grips yea like Ric Flair)\nAnd these suckas tryina ride and so we die in there\n(I get grips yea like Ric Flair)\nI’ve been stuntin 7−5 thousand diamonds clear\n(I get grips yea like Ric Flair)\nYou ain’t no gangsta, you’s a motherfuckin rhyme my playa\n(I get grips yea like Ric Flair)\nI hit 22 gun shots to niggas who love cops\nThem picking up people in mug shots\nI’m on my grind (I get money, big money),\nYea, I’m on my grind (I get money, big money)\nI hit 22 gun shots to niggas who love cops\nThem picking up people in mug shots\nI’m on my grind (I get money, big money),\nYea, I’m on my grind (I get money, big money)\nRoll out!\nIt’s bread over everything, you get your money — let it be\nLife is just a felony, at least that’s what they tellin me\nG code, I live it to the letter like it’s spellin B\nOne foot in the grave, still the bury me a fuckin G\nI’m stepping in the motherfuckin driver’s chair\n(I get grips yea like Ric Flair)\nAnd these suckas tryina ride and so we die in there\n(I get grips yea like Ric Flair)\nI’ve been stuntin 7−5 thousand diamonds clear\n(I get grips yea like Ric Flair)\nYou ain’t no gangsta, you’s a motherfuckin rhyme my playa\n(I get grips yea like Ric Flair)\nHalla at them G\nWanna make some money man\nLet’s work for real bread man, not paying man\nYou work with me\nRic motherfucker Flair nigga