Blue Cheese Lyrics | Roddy Ricch

Blue Cheese Lyrics | Roddy Ricch

Posted up with Yeezy, got the chain on my Rolls Royce

Running up a mil’ too easy, I ain’t got no choice

Did a festival run and I damn near lost my voice

They ain’t never let me in this bitch I kick the door

If he a rat then I ain’t never gon’ trust him

I keep blue cheese, blue cheese, blue cheese, blue cheese inside the duffle

She pull up in a yellow Lamborghini, call her butter

See Roddy corporate, but I run with niggas out the gutter

Woohoo

I been working so hard that I just missed supper

Woohoo

Know some niggas that keep bricks inside a choppa

Woohoo

All my diamonds hit so hard I got a concussion

Woohoo

I be fucking all the bitches that he cuffing

Woohoo

I was out in Miami, that’s two hours from Orlando

Had to get Dubai money, I’m sliding on the sando

We recruited niggas out the army with the ammo

Fucked her in a penthouse suite, I better light a candle

I double dutch Promethazine but don’t be in my business

We might fly out to yo’ city and, yes, we brought some twins with us

My man be so damn high he geeky geeky, brought the triple cup

Don’t speak on my name, we discipline the nigga dissing us

Posted up with Yeezy, got the chain on my Rolls Royce

Running up a mil’ too easy, I ain’t got no choice

Did a festival run and I damn near lost my voice

They ain’t never let me in this bitch I kick the door

If he a rat then I ain’t never gon’ trust him

I keep blue cheese, blue cheese, blue cheese, blue cheese inside the duffle

She pull up in a yellow Lamborghini, call her butter

See Roddy corporate, but I run with niggas out the gutter

Woohoo

I keep blue cheese, blue cheese, blue cheese, blue cheese inside the duffle

Woohoo

See Roddy corporate, but I run with niggas out the gutter

Woohoo


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