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Truth Is

Album cover art for "Truth Is" by Mustard & Roddy Ricch

Mustard & Roddy Ricch - Rap, In English

Truth Is

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July 26, 2024.

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[Intro: Roddy Ricch & YG] (Mustard on the beat, ho) Yeah [Chorus: Roddy Ricch] Ride through the night with my high beams on Truth is, shorty got me goin' crazy Truth is, I can't lie, you my favorite Truth is, I'm too high, I'm too faded Truth is, I put on for my folks I done seen a million knock down my door I can't talk 'bout shit I don't know Cartier, feel like time froze [Verse 1: Roddy Ricch] We just bust back, fuck a chit-chat I got dollars, I never gotta go tit for tat I be inside her throat like a Tic Tac And she never ever give me lip Sippin' on this potion, I'm flyer than fly She say I'm the GOAT and she got a look in her eyes Got a lot of vibes, woah, woah, woah, woah I was taught to slide with a pole [Chorus: Roddy Ricch] Ride through the night with my high beams on Truth is, shorty got me goin' crazy Truth is, I can't lie, you my favorite Truth is, I'm too high, I'm too faded Truth is, I put on for my folks I done seen a million knock down my door I can't talk 'bout shit I don't know Cartier, feel like time froze [Verse 2: Roddy Ricch] We was at the trap house, had cash in the couch New black Maybach when I'm backin' it out We went out to eat, I spent some racks at TAO I'm a real nigga, gotta keep it ten thousand She gave me top-top, so I took her overseas Took her to the dock, gotta cruise it on the beach I got big knots, my Amiris go deep And I can't lie, she got a hold on me, ayy [Chorus: Roddy Ricch] Ride through the night with my high beams on Truth is, shorty got me goin' crazy Truth is, I can't lie, you my favorite Truth is, I'm too high, I'm too faded Truth is, I put on for my folks I done seen a million knock down my door I can't talk 'bout shit I don't know Cartier, feel like time froze [Outro] Ayy, hello Hello Ayy, what's happenin'? Hey Ayy, what you doin'? Nothin' much, what you got goin' on? Shit, bored, nigga, missin' you Stop it, you is not thinkin' about me You won't even let me phone my girl, bro You play too much I be thinkin' 'bout you, when I pull up on you, I'ma play that Fantasia Whatever, I'll be damned

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