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RIC FLAIR
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(Woo) I got that Ric Flair (woo)
I got that Ric Flair (woo)
I got that Ric Flair
I got that, I got that Ric Flair (woo)
I got that Ric Flair (woo)
I got that Ric Flair, Limousine, ride it, jet flyin'
Kiss, Steely Willy, dilly, son of a gun (woo)
I got that Ric Flair
Versace blue with the slick hair
Smack a rapper, make it look sincere
I can rest in peace a hat, kick, snare
Oh, you got the latest trends? (Bitch, where?)
Oh, you keep rotating friends? (Bitch, where?)
Don't make me turn up to your rap show
Tryna find your fans like, "Bitch, where?"
(Woo) I got the style profile
More than worth the while, million-dollar smile
Swear to God, these bitches stickin' out the mileage
I woke up as my own stylist (brr)
I'm the fuckin' coldest
Gambino mixed with Dan Marino
Throwin' tantrums like I'm childish (ah, ah, ah, ah)
I turn a front page to a stunt page
And if anybody throwin' fuckin' shade
That umbrella better be custom made, for the fuckin' sake
Satin, suede, cotton, polyester
I'm the fuckin' flyest Polly ever
Stoney hung a Flair, people stop and stare
And it ain't fair, I got that, I got that (woo)
I got that Ric Flair (woo)
I got that Ric Flair (woo)
I got that Ric Flair
I got that, I got that Ric Flair (woo)
I got that Ric Flair (woo)
I got that Ric Flair, Limousine, ride it, jet flyin'
Kiss, Steely Willy, dilly, son of a gun
I'll invoice you later for the style that I gave ya
Hawaiian shirts goin' out of stock
The community put my songs on rotation when I'm 'round the block
And it's 'round the clock, time tickin'
Listen, bro, there's nobody that's slicker
I reach my goals like a kicker (kicker)
Body your clique, then I'm pourin' out liquor (brr)
Yeah, I got that Ric Flair
312 on the wristwear
Stylin' on 'em in that Franck Mouyrie
Gettin' at 'em like I'm Valerie
Blowin' trees like a welly breeze from my canopy
Custom fitted for the magazines
Crashin' parties, then we peel off like a tangerine (ah)
It's like a weapon raisin' when we step on stages
Whole style causin' devastation
We the most electrified rap group in entertainment (swear)
We put in hella work, we slangin' hella merch
They put the team on the front of the covers
And still we ain't got a man curse (woo)
I got that Ric Flair (woo)
I got that Ric Flair (woo)
I got that Ric Flair (woo)
I got that, I got that Ric Flair (woo)
I got that Ric Flair (woo)
I got that Ric Flair, Limousine, ride it, jet flyin'
Kiss, Steely Willy, dilly, son of a gun (woo)