Lyrics:
scream like Ricky
I love it when she give me head
Make me do the stanky leg
Run up on that nigga yeah
Make him give me all of that
Two shots to the chest
1
the morning breeze, sit back and smell the coffee
Keep my head up I stay winning like I’m Ricky Bobby
Sometimes I wonder how I do it but it’s just beyond me
option is first like I'm Ricky Bobby
And I'm hogging the lane, ain't no getting by me
I was raised in the mud, ain't no bitch inside me
Rated less than
got all types to choose
I’m so specific got Pacific bitches by the pool, my shawty lookin like she taste like Tropicana juice
Verse 2
Smokin drinking
When I build my home,
That I shall have some day;
It'll be like I want it
Oh - and I mean that in every way.
I have yet to see any
That would cope
Baby be my jasmine
Girl you know your style is amazing
(Style is amazing)
Mi tellem other girls free me like ah mason
(Like a mason)
She say she love mi
I sat deep in the corner, drinkin' zombies, becomin' one by now
Wonderin' if my style would support her and her child
Out the corner of my eye saw
even stop in my station and attack
While your plan failed, get derailed like Amtrak
What the fuck for? Down by law, I make law
I be justice, I
Yeah, gotta say what's up to my nigga Slick Rick
For those who don't like it, eat a dick
But for those who with me, sing that shit
As it go
You're still trying to catch the past
But in my world of love your style
I know will always last
That's why you're my little baby (my little baby)
it up, bag it up
She's got class and style
Street knowledge by the pound
Baby never act wild, very low key on the profile
Catchin' feelings is
y'all stashed stacks in your seams
Laughed at my dreams
I was off the scene, mastering""By Any Means""
Churning cream into butter
My mind's like no other
freak, body fit like athlete
Yeah, me need you by my side
Bad bitch yeah dem love bad guys Love all your shape, and me love all your smile
Aye gyal, just
Had Free lunch in the 7th grade
A Free spirit, nigga never hate
God get me outta hell for Heaven sake
My deep lyrics who could relate
Trapped in
On the daily more litty then Fivio
Got a loaf let a nigga come try me
Now you a stain don't be asking me "why me?"
Switching lanes like my name Ricky Bobby
I
smoke, keep it down to the jay
Have you situated sleeping down by the bay
Wide mouth bitches, no way I don't relate
You can see my knuckles if you don't
my kid that nigga he's my child boy
4TF on me can tell, shout out to Kobe by wave he can tell
Climbing on top of the world, my price went up I don't
by four
Got that thang GI Joe, do we got a problem, they like no
I'ma pull up on her, blow her back out, Ricky
Then I let her hold my seeds, that's all
cant wait to they free shay
I'm spinning like a CD
Chunk my rakes I'm GD
I'm skied up
In all black
If he run it's Ricky
He gone get shot in his back
(Uhh uh uh)
Po-pop out to the party with that shit
My blick got a lot of bodies on it
And mix the Ricky with the Vetements, easy as it gets
Oh yea,
the strap
Hold up Wave you said we wasn't talking like that
My bad Trey the safety popped when I took off my durag
Man… Why you do that
See now bro I gotta
own that's my way
Drive by Flash in the i8
Drove so fast didn't catch a plate
I'm so free, I'm stylin'
I'm so beast, I'm wildin'
Boss up, live like 09'
right and trouble on my other hand
Life is a tight rope I'm dyin' the balance in
And by the end hopefully I be the balance-man
A simple dude who can exude
All boogie sitting pretty red tamale leather seats
Pick it up stay on beat
Fire playlist on repeat
My drip is soak and wet
Call that there freak
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