Album: 911
Singer: Roddy Ricch
Lyrics: Rodrick Wayne Moore Jr., Samuel Gloade, Lorenzo Marques Spadoni, Alexandra Isley, Keith Parker, Moses Davis, Albert Collins, Jesse Shatkin, Sean Lashley
Label: Atlantic Records
Released: 2024-06-21
Duration: 02:07
Downloads: 1014
I Done Caught My Tempo, Baby, I Don′t Miss
Baby Momma In A Mercedes On The Daily They
Named Me Mr. Ricch Shake My Hand And I
Might Take You On A Trip Pretty, Smooth Skin,
Nice Toes, You Just My Type Usually I Don't
Take Her Home First Night But For You, I
Just Might I Know You Know, These Bitches
Can′t Fuck With You On Your Worstest Day When
You Come Around My Way Fine As Hell To
Say The Least (say The Least) I Could Fuck
You All Day (all Day) Ain't No Rushin' On
My Side, I Promise I′ll Behave When I
Call (when I Call) Treat Me Like 9-1-1 Bite
You Up ′cause I'm Like That Really Like That
(yeah-yeah-yeah) Pull Up, Put Out Your Fire I′m The
Fireman (yeah-yeah-yeah) Ooh, You Should've Never Told Me
You Was A Freak I Had You Runnin′ To
The Edge Of The Sheets Strokin' Deep, Gucci Link,
You Got Pucci This Rich Sex, That′s How It's
Supposed To Be Oil You Up, Lotion Me Knock
Out Dick, I Earned The Belt Too Much Of
This Is Bad For Health When I Finish, I
Know You Goin' To Sleep Water, Water, Water,
I Need Water Treat Me Like 9-1-1 When I
Call Ya Water, Water, Water, I Need Water Treat
Me Like 9-1-1 When I Call Ya When
I Call (when I Call) Treat Me Like 9-1-1
Bite You Up ′cause I′m Like That Really Like
That (yeah-yeah-yeah) Pull Up, Put Out Your Fire I'm
The Fireman (yeah-yeah-yeah)