Lyrics:
socks, I'm rockin' double G, on a normal day, I'm rockin' Ricky, maybe prada tee
I don't know why y'all niggas tryna copy me, ain't no way in hell y'all
pussy, got the lil' nigga fasting (Lesh')
Him say, "Ay, likkle miss," call me likkle darling (mhm)
They say she bangs it nuh Ricky Martin (uh)
Yeah,
Couldn't take offence, had to hop it
Five dollar rings on me, I look like the Hobbit
Five finger discount, plead the fifth and then I rob it
Police
my gun Won't give up on me or none
In it, know how to have fun Bang it out, bitch, watch this one
I put that shit on DVD Record her ass and spill
and your ex-man, he could never be
Only outclassed by a better me
I know you getting mad, there ain't a second me
So if you not here, then you settling, oh
far
Even Per'c think it happened fast, now I'm a star
She asked me how you pull off in the whip no key in there
She got distracted by my face and called
[Chorus - Chrisette Michelle]
We bobbin to the music this is how we do it(all night)
Breezin down the freeway just me and my baby(in our ride)
Just
how I shake n bake
Y'all ain't touching me
Shake n Bakin, Ricky Bobby
OG Bobby Johnson hobby
Breathe into it, kamikaze
Bomb the industry, watch me
let me in
YouknowwhatI'msayin?
Yo, yo, yo
I got fifty Bentley's in the West Indies
(It doesn't matter!)
I got a pocket full of cheese
let me in
YouknowwhatI'msayin?
Yo, yo, yo
I got fifty Bentley's in the West Indies
(It doesn't matter!)
I got a pocket full of cheese
I ain't the type, man, that you want it with
Baptist, I don't really play that edge
I'm only here to drop hip-hop and spit the gift
This the type
Up and coming I just got a dollar and a dream
I ain't scared to grind I'm finna eat by any means
Before they strip my life away, I'm finna make it
ooh ah sound
I'ma push up on ya slow
Get ya right by the end of the night
Do something sweet
Like massage ya feet
And put Pretty Ricky cd
that ooh ahh sound
I'ma push up on ya slow
Get ya right by the end of the night
Do something sweet
Like massage ya feet
And put Pretty Ricky cd
where I go
It's only me on this lonely road
She wanna come round mine, pour up a drink, and smoke my weed
Get on the vibe, get high, Pretty Ricky just
rings but I rock for my team
Back to back champ big three on the heat
It's a movie call me Martin Scorsese
The way I direct shit when I pull up
it's hard to tell
Who really cares for me
So you when hear this song
You should say a prayer for me
I drift off on a cloud by myself
Thinking bout
together like Martin and Gina
I don't need no one with her by my side
And she always there whenever I need her
Love her like Lucy treat me like Ricky
Finger
nigga SMD
Member late nights staying up watching DVDs
I told momma we gone make it on BET
If I
Say I'm with it then I'm down to get it
Niggas know wassup
goin' below
like ricky martin being raped by a dildo
chorus - j-lo means shit to me
p-diddy means shit to me
ja-rule means shit to me
fuk you alicia keys
Riding for Floyd
Riding for Bennett
Riding for Martin got hit wit the semi
My brother Martin know I'm comin heavy
Soon as sky darkens I dump by
hittin' in her colon
She on her reds then she stoke me with lotion (yeah)
No Pretty Ricky, but it's five in the mornin'
Tryna see what you into
I just
serve and fall asleep
Down south can't nobody else ball like me
[CHORUS:]
It's the dirty south, it's just the dirty south,
It's the dirty south,
Uh
Uh
Uh
Uh
I-I-I-I got love for Gina
Like dat nigga Martin
Silly nigga don't get me started
Up da block from the jects
Temper like Ron Artest
Nigga
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