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no respect
She probably woulda taken both of our dicks
But we ain't give a fuck
We was blinded by what was on her chest
Had big ol breasts and a tattoo

I'ma fuck right on your bitch
She eat my kids
I just walked outside the trap
In brand new Ricks
I just stomped a nigga out in brand new kicks
Bitch, I'm

Yeah
I got em'
Rick
I met a twin she wanna minage
It's all in my head just like a mirage
I tote on the glock so nigga don't flodge
I'm a real deal

manage it

She keep coming back the way I


Strutting in my yankee hat

cnd the fit is tailored by my homies you should notice that

If I give you 20 I

manage it

She keep coming back the way I


Strutting in my yankee hat

And the fit is tailored by my homies you should notice that

If I give you 20 I

ladies so
Ecstatic
Problem cause I choose my girl  
She my one  
School’s to quick 
And I’m already gone
A+ 
B+
C
D
E
F
I’ve failed 
Another class again

Yea
Minutes passing by
This shit getting old
She said she fuck with converse
Might put ricks on my hoe
She said she need salon first
How fast can

Top Cat

Slick Rick

The Ruler's Back

1991

said boy she surely sleepin wit a lot of different niggas
In position as he coach this, doin the mood by the 'proach this
And when the bitch she clean

Here's a simple story about a dude named Rick
Traffic stopped on a Tuesday in his mothers' whip
As the cop walked up Rick talked some shit
Had to do

Here's a simple story about a dude named Rick
Traffic stopped on a Tuesday in his mothers' whip
As the cop walked up Rick talked some shit
Had to do

the rick then I drown
Got ice on my bitch make her drown
Racks going round
Like a merry go 'round
Turn up with my gang
Always smoke by the pound
Then got

a nigga feelin' like Rick Ross, cause she told me money make her cum

She like her, she like her, she like her, she like her hair, nails, heels, done
She

The bigger the bad, the bigger the offense
I can't keep off me
Ball out at Saks might pop me a tag
Let's see who really ballin
She one

get your bitch lil bro, she startin to be a lil hoochie
I'm finna cop some Rick Owens
Imma go shop at Chanel
I'm finna get my stick loaded
And clock in

the wind
And there's one, by God, aviso that will never flash again!
Weeping red tears from a third eye that the guilty cannot feel
From the Springfield

cha
I just been on the lean, x, drop by
She asked did I graduate
Bitch I'm a drop out
My brada serve white
Yea, Jonas
Please send the drop
You know that

the ricks out I'm the shit now
New crib by the bayside but I'm too fried
Sometimes I get too high, feel myself dying
New crib with a new view, I'm just

Killed by the law in Santa Fe - A bullet to his head
The blue in his eyes have turned to grey - Now Romeo's dead
On the floor with a Springfield in

of the box-office hit, City of Light, producer Rick Meyers is making a public appearance and is joined today by Levi Herman and Robert Finley. Tell us Mr. Meyers how

mean Jimmy Neil Young Springfield?"
She says, "No"
But Cleveland isn't the home of Indians
And not even Eskimos it feels like you just don't want

time for the gimmicks this how kill the body 
Trace the forensics on the phone got your main bitch 
She dialing me cracked her apple struck her galaxy

the other one, might arch her back and I buss on her tits
I put my bitch in all CELINE, yeah, she poppin' her shit
I rock the Chrome Hearts fits, and Ricks

to me when I wake up
She mad cause I ain't the type to lay around and cake up
I gotta get my cake up
Made by OGs, yeah, these niggas can't fade us
None

Forty on my hip, lil bitch this ain't no Smith and Wesson
14 on this bitch he cooking he don't give a fuck, he reckless Springfield on my body yeah I