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Roddy Ricch - Die Young [Prod. by London on Tha Track] (Dir By JDFilms)

ہپ ہاپ اور ریپ

سال2018

دورانیہ2m

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7.0

Watch the Official Music Video for "Die Young" by Roddy Ricch Available on All Platforms https://roddyricch.lnk.to/DieYoung ‘LIVE LIFE FAST’ out now: https://roddyricch.lnk.to/LLFID" 🔔 Subscribe to the channel and stay notified https://www.youtube.com/@RoddyRicchsub_confirmation=1 Produced by London on The Track & Rex Kudo Directed By JDFilms Watch all the Official Music Videos: https://www.youtube.com/playlistlist=PLoIBqO622uqi5ILoke96uXewjPf0mIh4C Follow Roddy Ricch https://instagram.com/roddyricch https://twitter.com/roddyricch https://soundcloud.com/roddyricch https://facebook.com/RoddyRicch/ https://roddyricch.com Lyrics: I ain't tryna die young, so I gotta ride with one Stood ten toes down in my Balenciagas He ran down on a nigga, that's a shotta, shotta Cold hearted nigga, wet that blocka, blocka Gotta keep it on me, I don't wanna die young I rather be judged by twelve, than carried by six How I'm gon' post bail Just look at my wrist Tell me, why the legends always gotta die quick When I'm in traffic gotta slide with the beam on me Cause I keep 'bout ten racks bussin' out the jeans on me Niggas be hating, I'm rich, it's all about the cream homie If I ever get caught lackin', they gon' slide Ever since I got the Rollie, I ain't got the time Flawless diamonds, niggas can't never block the shine They know I'm ballin' in the city like DeRozan Gotta keep my niggas 'round me, I can't do the wrong friends I was knockin' down walls, now they closin' in Hopped off the porch, and then I hopped inside the Porsche, aye Fuck being the side nigga, I'ma be the main course Whipped the Rolls like a young nigga made for it I ain't tryna die young, so I gotta ride with one Stood ten toes down in my Balenciagas He ran down on a nigga, that's a shotta, shotta Cold hearted nigga with that blocka, blocka Gotta keep it on me, I don't wanna die young I rather be judged by twelve, than carried by six How I'm gon' post bail Just look at my wrist Tell me, why the legends always gotta die quick Tryna get my bag, I had