Lyrics:
Runtz I'm inhaling
Glock my repellent
Play wit me (Don't do it)
Speak that shit that she wanna hear
She gone wrangle in my jeep (We wrestle)
Two tone
there's a bag of bones
But that don't give America the right to fear my skin tone
Put your lens, recognize that we are the targets up in this war zone
If
Pretty young champ like Camacho, spittin the hot flow
B-Boy shout, Zulu gestapo, bro
You know my stilo, cigarrillo con tamarindo
Habichuelas negras,
gorgeous
Call me pretty Ricky
Bitch suck my dick
With no teeth
She is really icky
All new hunnids in the slip
That's a pretty fifty
The cherry poppers
I'm so high yea, I'm glidin', yeah
I get a bitch two two tone She so excited, yeah
I put my wrist on froze And that's been how I had it, yeah
I need
Don't you know, he was the king of saxophones
Yes indeed he was;
Talkin' 'bout the guy that made it sound so good
Some people knew him by the Bean
Don't you know, he was the king of saxophones
Yes indeed he was
Talkin' 'bout the guy that made it sound so good
Some people knew him by the Bean
young thing
That I keep by my hip, like my celly that rings
Meeting Michelle at the hotel
While Jay and Tone on the way to the after party
Got
Bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka
Ha ha
You know the deal
It's just me, yo
Beats by Su-Primo for all of my people, Negros and Latinos
me, keep recording, let me leave with a warning
Damn, cause of my skin tone, Not rubbing it in Holmes
There’s a problem worth solving, I just don’t know
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
ain't a P[retty] Rick[y] Maverick
Straight holes in your game, you squares can't Bob and weave w/a star, no Patrick
Don't try make a g insane; I'ma smoke
Never jaded by the coochie, anti gemstone
Negro classic like a vintage muscle two-tone
Laundry after 8 p.m what I grew up on
No cash on camera,
I'm out for dead presi's to represent me
Closing deals, by the plenty
$100,000, the new pretty penny
And for me to rock the show,
It cost a pretty
to preach
Ricky Boy starting with verse yeah that's lit
Pick a tone
Juss a minutes on the lean
I'm in the Gotit and Durk with a lil
I play with flows coz you
what's happening
Did a Killin spree
Now I'm back again
Y'all know I'm in a different mode
We live by a different code
My life like a episode
Motion picture
why the whole crew abandoned ship
I'm lost in arctic, lucky my soul cold
Brain melted in by soul glo
Me, myself, my palm in this cold world
You go girl!
would do whatever to get you by my floor
To have your footprints implanted on the low, oh
Drive you crazy like a car with no brakes
Leave you with no
by any
I swear the sneakers that I rock cost a pretty penny
I'm funny Lenny Bruce, ya girly says I'm pretty cute
I know she tryna cop a smooch, I'm
Don't you know, he was the king of saxophones
Yes indeed he was;
Talkin' 'bout the guy that made it sound so good
Some people knew him by the Bean
Don't you know, he was the king of saxophones
Yes indeed he was;
Talkin' 'bout the guy that made it sound so good
Some people knew him by the Bean
young thing
That I keep by my hip, like my celly that rings
[Hook: R. Kelly]
Meeting Michelle at the hotel
While Jay and Tone on the way
Then I go to outer space
Bih want me buy her a bag
Told her look at my waste
Tryna stay way from the gas
But Im pouring up by the vase
I hit the bank
Could've bought a new gun, what I spent on my charm
I get cheese by the pound, this is not Parmesan
I'm smokin' broccoli, countin' up lettuce
In love with
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