Video Risky Ft Drakeo The Ruler de Saweetie 2024 Hip Hop Lyrics

Saweetie - Risky Ft Drakeo The Ruler Lyrics

Three, two shots got a bitch feelin' risky
Saweetie, how it feel doing numbers?
I put rims on a hot pink Honda
Lipgloss on, it's a pretty bitch summer
Take it how you wanna, I put it on my mama
I heard around town I'm the baddest ever
Bitches love sayin' how they fave did it better
Hatin' hoes link up, they be mad together
I could do the splits, but the hundreds spreadin' better
Knew the head was special, he giving brain like a geek
Dior cologne, that shit'll bring out the freak
Fuck a fake nigga and a pick-me bitch
Mouth slick, lunatic, leave a dirty dick sick, huh
I'm Mrs. Untouchable, I'm like a Lunchablе
Play like it's all fun and games 'til I'm done with you
Somеone approachable, I'm unfuckwittable
Bitches is all talk, this ain't no interview

Ooh, All that drama and that gossip, he can miss me, ooh
How the hell a broke nigga try to fix me?
Pretty bitch summer, got the whole gang mixy
Three, two shots got a bitch feelin' risky

A hundred down the 110 get her sideways
I told the bitches my way or the highway
Double park them driveways, over 5k's
That instagram shit was cute, we'll tape his block later
Laugh now cry later, there goes another clout chaser
I seen that lil' shit you was uppin', it wasn't 'bout nothing
If you don't want a war with the don, then about face me
If we talkin' 'bout my wrist and my neck, the price was outrageous
Bling Blaow at night, I could stare at Mei Ling callin'
You know these hoes go back and forth, bro lets ping pong her
Tree hugger, she aesthetic, but her knees longer
It's the sleep walker, heard she got the feet caller, ugh
This fit is outrageous, don't ask what it cost nigga
Two nines in the car, heard about us, we mosh people
When the ice hit the light, even made Ray Charles see me
Nigga ain't no keepin' up is, what y'all thinkin'?

Workin' overtime, yeah I barely see my sheets, huh
I'm finer than your bitch, and I ain't getting beauty sleep
Gotta hit up Whit, if you was tryna get to me
'Cause my schedule fillin' up, I'm booking summer to the spring
Ain't nobody goin' harder, heard 'bout you, and so what's up with it?
It's a difference between a puppet and who run the show
I rock the Magic City, bust some bands, lettin' hunnids go
All this ice drippin' on my body like a runny nose
Ask me what my life like now?
Cosmo and Vogue covers, up the price right now
Princess, let my fingers get that right, right now
Fat ass, four point, I was making me proud
My jewelry outrageous, don't ask me what it cost me
Two dimes in the backseat, sippin' on dark liquor
The ice hit the light, even make Ray Charles see me
Bitch, ain't no keepin' up, what is y'all thinkin'?

Ooh, all that drama and that gossip, he can miss me (Ooh)
How the hell a broke nigga try to fix me?
Pretty bitch summer, got the whole gang mixy
Three, two shots got a bitch feelin' risky (Ooh)
All that drama and that gossip, he can miss me (Ooh)
How the hell a broke nigga try to fix me?
Pretty bitch summer, got the whole gang mixy
Three, two shots got a bitch feelin' risky (Pretty bitch music)