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SOUFSIDE RICO & BROTHAVUDU

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These are my people, man
I will be heard
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Whoa

No, I'm not doing that
No, I'm not
Uh-huh
Hey, buddy

This is my post
Hey, yo
Uh, yeah, bitch
Hey, I step off in the building like, where's all my children

I gift them
Yeah, my presence be like a missile
So when I touch down, I might kick it
Just to let you know I know you miss me

Listen, yo, better yet, just pay attention
because it's the vision
And ain't no coming back from this one
Hey, just the other day, I had to stay up at the mission

Nine days, a nigga got to stay up on a mission
Drawing out that loop
I was sad, real down bad
Thought about robbing your bitch ass
cause you're probably not going to shoot
My buddy did my coop
You try to do what I do, but you're
going to bust your ass, little boy

And I'm an ah-ha when you boo-hoo
Yeah, you ain't got a lie to kick it
I know that you hate me
I know I'm an asshole

It's only by nature
Niggas talking paper
They capping
We hustle with the pico

We the capers
What's happening
What's good, my nigga
Young, crazy

And you lazy, man
You probably not even acting
Just don't want to change shit
Had to switch it up and pick it up

I feel amazing
You get lost in that bitch, because it's amazing
And I got way too much in my bag, man
I got baggage

Was fucking up the first name
Now they saying savage on me
Rico a long way from average
A quick way to die

Even quicker to make a bag
But for real, listen
I call myself the master
Passing around that weed so much

might change it to the pastor
For real
Yeah, she make me drive faster
I am what I am

So if a nigga make it, has to be OK
Yeah, they telling me to turn up
I had to get up off the hot shit
They want me to burn up

Every time I had a problem, all I could do was run up
Now I can't chew up the light shit
Got to weigh it on the dollar
Yeah

Baby, you're mistaking me for the Navy
The flow is gravy
Why they bought it
Then tell me tasty

I got my days in on the pavement
And my nights at the day's end
It's the way in
Only time they hit my phone is money on the line

So we ain't talking bout the tech
We do that all the time
I got hundreds on my left, killers on my right
Yo, bitch, where the PJs on

She want to spend the night
OK, I'm done
Way I've been treated make you lose a couple cells
Trying to stick to producing, but the pain make tails

Watching shells into brains of these innocent little babies
Good deal gone wrong from a nigga that tried to play me
Think I'm crazy
Blink twice, eating rice and cold spam

Whip it till it's tan, making trips to foreign land
There's blood in my eyes, traumatized from the grands
Running across the field like a linebacker scram

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