Lyrics:
Rick Ross, Loyd, street life
Ain't nothin' but the street life
That's money, cars and hoes
It's the only life I chose
Street life, ain't
Rick, Rick, Rick, Rick, Rick, and Thaddeus on the beat
That first cut be the deepest, gotta give it time to heal
Damn it still hurt, even though I
(Mello made it right)
(Great John on the beat by the way)
You know I gotta stay with a stick
Get Back Gang in my city is sick
Say she love me,
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
música de Harry Fraud)
I broke bread and shared plates with the niggas y'all call legends
Y'all too loud when you walk into rooms, it's all presence
the middle at the top by the gate
On the grass with the crass Volkswagen estate
Whose is it? Mine! You're kidding, it's great! (Jesus)
I just love the way
then reached for his own
That was the day that Rick didn't make it home
There's only one way outta life
Death, death, death
So in this life, you must
then reached for his own
That was the day that Rick didn't make it home
There's only one way outta life
Death, death, death
So in this life, you must
you know
Rick ross god damn I'm the next to blow now
Smoke pounds bricks broke down its your times
Spit 4 rounds go get your hoe now
[Chorus]
I
Yo, bitch, a soul eater, but I keep a scythe
I stay sipping on syrup, I got me a pint
By my lonely don't care about being disliked
That bitch lovely,
Truth
Covered up by lies (yeah)
Feel like suicide when I'm
So high I can't drive yeah
New whip suicide yeah
You stay on my mind
For your love on time
I know it's going shoot I could tell by the zip
These niggas be fraud they don't know how to Glitch
Me and bro 2 deep outta town take risk
What you
hood wearin' flue you gettin' fucked up
By your true 'are you nigga named see-K
Rick' get back, Rick' get ruled every single week day
And I can't stand
'll let my partner sleep with you for free
Baby I thought that you were in love with me
But obviously you're just a groupie
See I got a clue when Young Dro
yeah she want me on the gang-gang-gang
Yeah she a thot, yeah she want me and the gang-gang-gang
Don't run up on me, you get shot like 1, 2, 3 by
rappin, you wasn't even tappin
Now that I'm done, you pat me on the back
and say what's happenin, I love the rhymes you announce
Heavy D's in effect with
all the diamonds and jewls
Wait, niggas been stopping my money don’t find that shit funny no we is not cool
I love myself more than you hope you know
Told her it's an Ice Age
With a cold blooded nigga like me (I'm cold)
Tell that bitch I'm Rick James and
A nigga really wanna super freak
(Cold
love the nigga i see in the mirror
And i love the shit that i see everyday
No no i cannot take you on a new date
I just walked in that Prada and niggas
The weakest link my be the one in the light
You gotta stay true, stay strong, hold tight
This is Daddy-X and I'm Rick, Rick White, worry about it
Wake up
me not trip
I'm on a journey my dawg
Tryna get rich like Rick Ross
She say she falling in love
But I never fell baby
Chasing W's tryna turn them
And time fly by you fast
Tryna ride til you crash ('Til you crash)
I said I couldn't pick a side
Good or bad cuz bein'
Bad felt good and bein' good
Ain't get
when I kick a curse in a verse, I say nope
Grab you by your hand, wash you're mouth out wit soap
Thinking to be the last one wit the bad lingo
relationship with codeine (lean)
Dripping every day, I'm so fresh, so clean
Quality stones, VVS on me (ice)
You fucking with a G, I love to take E (yeah,
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