Lyrics:
Make it go
Make it go
Make it go
Make it go
Make it go
I ain’t even gone trip
Slim waist nice thighs pretty lips
Liking all the ways she move her
me
No P. Diddy, but a young nigga run the city
Suckin' on them titties, listenin' to Pretty Ricky
No soccer shit, baby, we can chill, we can kick it
All the way from Athens, the A-T-L shawty
[Bubba Sparxxx]
Uhh, Sleepy Brown
Uhh, Bubba Sparxxx
We gon' keep doin it baby
Whether you like it
.
make the time just to say . . .
that your baby's your bae.
Did you call her today?
I dig that touring life now it's a gasser
for me, you the passenger I'm driving
Baby talking dirty like a Call of Duty lobby
Bipping in that demon, feeling like I'm Ricky Bobby
And wasn't you
on dash ima push it to the limit
Don't be playing in the field tryna think that it's a scrimmage
Ima do for myself I doing it for no image
On second thought
hundred-somethin'-thousand out the mud
What I wasted
My dream was right in front of me
I got up and I chased it
Bitch, it's Ricky, yo
Ayo, hustle for a cause, so I'm ignorin'
it
Put him on the ground
Last thing he seen was forces
Choppa eat
He do a lot more than three courses
Pretty boy
Make her sing
Bitch I'm Justin Bieber
right by your side
And when the moon goes down,
And the mornin' comes,
We'll watch the sunrise
Kissin' all on her neck
While we play this instrumental
juevo
dame chocha, you don't get dinero
si te gusta, dirle huerpa
rub my pepe, I rub your teta
(Madd Rapper)
Yo Yo Yo hey pretty momma, you look sweet
I
real would talk about dirt on wax
Verse 3:
Turn on the radio
look its p diddy
his track record for keeping artists is pretty
shitty
Soulja boy witty
pretty
Drop the Gucci, prop that coochie, oops
I lost my train of thought watching her walk
You know, I'm looking at that ass, it ain't my fault
Get
Yeah it's pretty cool
Alright but that was hot
But when you go from that to lyin'
'bout been sponsored by a condom packet
It's safe to say your career's
surround me
Bass drop, baby now I'm ready for take off
I'm Ricky Bobby riding, chasing cougars in race cars
Space bars
Cantina typing my memoirs
Pull my
girl you know you gone be mine
Yea I'm a eat it up and beat it up and slow and grind
Baby girl we listening to Pretty Ricky yea you mine
Yea yea
Yea you
and pleading
He be talkin' bout the weight he push
Use to punch the clock in jail, drove his mama car 'round
Now he got whatchu want for sale
See it, I
went and got my bands up, I did that my own way
I'm balling up on all these pussies like I'm playing 2K
I did it by myself, I never needed help
If I did
on you
Making love to you
Pretty Ricky, when I hit it from the back
Hit it from the back when I make that booty clap
If I dick you down, baby you know
See i either write or die cos it's just how i get by
Starin death right in the eye as heaven's gate opens
I was brought up as an only child on a lonely
by count up man lil bitch, yeah Come count it up with me
(huh, huh, huh)
(Zay das my slatty)
teeth fixed
I'm the teflon don boy I get busy
You're legs to strong doing sex with pretty ricky
760 drive by light tint
With two hoes in the whip looking
teeth fixed
I'm the teflon don boy I get busy
You're legs to strong doing sex with pretty ricky
760 drive by light tint
With two hoes in the whip looking
Rappers come by the dime my nigga
Ain't worried bout no competition
When I hit the stage betta cop a ticket
Step out and I shut it down
Do it live I know
wit me
I know she want it when she fuckin text me "hey Ricky"
And like my name this situation gon get tricky
Throw that ass back she gon shake it like
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