Woo

I don't really care, so you know I'm bout to go Ric Flair
Aye I don't really care, so you Know I'm bout to go Ric Flair Yeah
Just saying like I'm Saiyan
You can see it in my hair
No I'm not playing
Time to go Ric Flair
Time to go Ric Flair
Time to go Ric Flair
Yeah
(Woo) Rantz
(Woo) Rantz
(Woo) Rantz
(Woo)

This is just another song that I got to throw upon
Ni--as want they team on like a fucking Groupon
This that crack, black music in a cauldron, chilling in Gotham
Vamping with the squadron
Not what they used to
Coming off like nonsense
Best time of my life, mask on like the Watchmen
T Rantz nice with it huh?
(Yuh yuh yuh)
Me no speak Englay-Blasian Massaging my noggin
Harem got her tuned in like a violin
One with the force so I'm channeling Anakin
Can't sit still I ain't challenging No mannequin
Leveling my car pit, call me Aladdin
Yeah I'm feenin' that sauce Yeah I'm needing that Szechuan
Bout to shake the game like it's all Madden
This above all, it's lit like Hamlet
Talk that talk now roll with it She walk it like a dog and her Monkey on my stick
Walk it like a dog, monkey on My stick

I don't really care, so you know I'm bout to go Ric Flair
Aye I don't really care, so you Know I'm bout to go Ric Flair Yeah
Just saying like I'm SaiyanYou can see it in my hair
No I'm not playing
Time to go Ric Flair
Time to go Ric Flair
Darko, Darko, Darko, Darko, Darko
Time to go Ric Flair
Darko, Darko, Darko, Darko, Darko
Time to go Ric Flair
Darko, Darko, Darko, Darko, Darko
Time to go Ric Flair
Darko, Darko, Darko, Darko, Darko

Thinking outside the box no Closed caption
Heard them other ni--as Rapping but they sound Average
Bout to put this bitch to rest With a closed casket
Tryna ball in this bitch, Hardwood classic
Like Magic or MJ
Chopping down trees yeah Bitch I'm the sensei
Rolling up woods the same size As the fingers on Dikembe
Lay ya game down right, she do Whatever pimp say
Yeah, bitch I'm feeling like Ric Flair
Yeah, bitch I'm feeling like Ric Flair
Young ni--a yeah I turned into The big player
Big ni--a B.O.N. need a big Chair
Homie offered me a brick I'm Like shit yeah
I was 17 with 16, triple beam Dreams
Getting money with the team
Run around ni--a
I don't remember what the fuck I said... Aye you like that shit Bro?
Yeah, I like that shit too
Nah, ni--a really don't care
Bitch I'm feeling like Ric Flair
Walking in the bitch spilling Champagne
If ya bitch there, yeah, I'm Feeling like Ric Flair
Pull up clean in a limousine Yeah
Bitch I'm feeling like Ric Flair
Pouring champagne on a bitch



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Writer(s): Terrence Sidney
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