Lyrics:
on the trusses
That's what I'll do
Say, boy, what are you doing up on that ladder?
Open the door, Richard, there's a man out here (Oh Lordy, Lord)
Sir? (what
on the trusses
That's what I'll do
Say, boy, what are you doing up on that ladder?
Open the door, Richard, there's a man out here (Oh Lordy, Lord)
Sir? (what
The Ballad of Sir Richard
Standing on the corner was a knight in rusty armour
When he heard a silence coming from the street below
With a squeak
Pi
On Granny
(On Granny)
(On Granny)
Double R when I hop out the coupe
Come with the troops and they see me salute (Yes sir!)
I pull up and my niggas
paid Tyrrel to say that he had murdered
In the name of Sir Richard, the brave
Henry killed Tyrrel without any trial
So Tyrrel took the truth to his
paid Tyrrel to say that he had murdered
In the name of Sir Richard the brave
Henry killed Tyrrel without any trial
So Tyrrel took the truth to his
Encephalopod, killer of man
He's use a gun if he had any hands
Encephalopod, back for revenge,
Seeks his vengeance from the deep end
This is Richard Roper with
catch a case
(Haha)
Everyday i'm in these streets? i'm on a paper chase
(Yes sir)
All these diamonds in this richard millie! hard to see the face
(You
Sanie ha mire poshte sare ham
Iced out Richard Mille ruye daste man
Harja raftam police mano nega kard
Faghat pool bud unja mano seda kard
Sanie ha
(Wheezy outta here)
My bitch a, a Richard Millie rocker (yeah)
1017 for life, you know what I'm saying, no cap
No extras on it
Real nigga shit
have ran the marathon
The olympics silver in marathon yes I could have won
Don't believe me ask Thomas Richards or eeh Richardson
Sir sir why do you run
time
O poor Mary Bellows
She checked into a cheap little place
Richard Slade carried in her old suitcase
O poor Mary Bellows
"I'm a good girl, sir
the glizzy
I'm in the field
Richard Mille on my wrist like Odell
I run it up you a snail
Yeah Im from Atlanta
Where young niggas be raising hell
Might
heard rat
I ain't stupid
I'm just ruthless
I can prove it
Sir Isaac Newton
Exclusively mother fucking undisputed
Why does it fall
I don't know it's proven
on man, stop it
Big Lo, thank you for your time sir
Intertwined with the rhyme sir
Curvature of my pen
Sendin' vents to your timeshure
This is for life sir
sir
Sir Count-A-Lot
All I count, all I count is guap
Cheese, cheese
Rock out leave the most
Cheese, cheese
Better leave you're ghost
Got a show in
Bellows
She met a man along the way
He introduced himself as Richard Slade
Oh poor Mary Bellows
Poor Mary thought that she might die
When she saw
Bellows
She met a man along the way
He introduced himself as Richard Slade
Oh poor Mary Bellows
Poor Mary thought that she might die
When she saw
Stanford Raffles and his mate Sir Richard Van Dyke
Are following on behind the hunt on a two-stroke motorbike
Who would have thought it?
Dreadbelly
Find me and Richard when I walk up out a meetin' (yes sir)
Five on a Richard and it's goin' up immediate (uh)
Get it back, repeat it, fuck her then
lige investeret i kanoner og de ka' beatbox
Behandler det der nye Richard Millie som var det G-Shock
Bust-down, AP, det' mit Apple Watch
Panserne,
To lead his Saxon friends.
In the end he was the hero of them all!
With Richard gone it left Prince John
To rule with hate and greed.
It would need someone
lifestyle another flow
Cash 위 Surfing swerve swerve
새꺄 밤새 Skrr Skrr
Bitch I made it fucking swerve swerve
뭘 말 해도 Yessir sir
시간은 왜 또 Night
Everyday hustle 내
the new bitch, she was stunting
That pussy got a paper tag and it's a hundred
My bellman call me Sir Combs, I'm Richard Drummond
My Rolls Royce spray
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