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check on me, I Rick shop
On the field we blitz
Got get my fam' out of the bricks, watch on my wrist (blitz, blitz, blitz)
I can't even see where it tick,

your team not we on a mission
5 time super bowl champs
7 divisional rings
Boy we a beast on the field
Like Rick Flair whe he hits the ring
Ten toes down

started chasing big dreams
Really out here pimping
Prolly call me Rick James
Really in the field
Really toting big thangs
Trey 57
Leave you wit a shit stain

a thang
What's up in the field for these rick owens
Rockin' designer, these bitches look big on me
Glock stay on me, I'm takin' his lid off
Strobe light

Make something shake for me stop playin', playin'
(BongoByTheWay)

Rick Owens steppin', I'm a rockstar in Ramones
Big house dilemma, cribbo got

crystals 
Real trench shit I'm talking real field n****s

I'm talking Rick Flair Rollie 
Big big chonies
Me and my homies blow the cheese macoroni
Big big

are in awe at the lingo
Know that Rick'll put an end to all rapper income
An old timer, lock up all vagina fields
France nor Italy can fuck with my

sweet, wrap it up, free fix greet
Every rapper rap maggot underneath Rick's feet
Evicted, why you tryna find shit to lick with?
Even your kids tell you

zip, zip, yeah, yeah
Player, yeah
Hoe slayer, a hoe taker
Rushing to that bag, yeah
I'm not patient, uh
Really in the field
Gotta tie my laces
Hitman

(I said it before, I'ma say it again)
(All of that talk 'til we sprayin' your-)
(To everyone sayin' we ain't in the field)
(Been in the streets we

to stretch a couple of dollars for a couple of days 
Damn

Whoo
Feeling like young Rick Flair
Whoo
Feeling like young Rick Flair
Whoo
Feeling like young Rick

makes me sick
To taste that crunch fuck that shit
I don't want no pickles naw
I don't want pickle chips
I don't even like Pickle Rick
Naw I don't like

Who Rotten 'Em

Slick Rick

The Art of Storytelling

1999

One of the greatest rapper, walk - I'm sayin'
In the field makin' my brick without hayin'
Mad busy kid, nah whip cut here
You, boy, drop your

Who Rotten 'Em

Slick Rick

The Art of Storytelling [Clean]

1999

One of the greatest rapper, walk - I'm sayin'
In the field makin' my brick without hayin'
Mad busy kid, nah whip cut here
You, boy, drop your

to be lit
But sometimes I cry I look down and it's tears on my Ricks
Dammit I need some new kicks
Fuck it I ball cause I'm rich
Take me a shot I'm a swish

the fuckin' Rick, Rick You don't know my struggle, I just tryna be the Rick, Rick
You don't know my struggle, I just tryna be the Rick, Rick

Tryna get

Wrong Lover

Rick Ross

Round 2

2009

[Rick Ross (J. Holiday)]
You Might need a passport for this one
Its international
J.Holiday!
(And we got a special guess)
Guess who, boss!
(You

millions
All my niggas tryna stack den get des mills
Nigga tryna eat nigga tryna get a meal
Nigga can't be no pussy on the field
Niggas got get these money

gotta floss, hey
Dabbing on 'em with the sauce, huh
Feeling like a young boss, huh
Feeling like I'm Rick Ross, huh
Hundred dollars in the city man

Marmaduke 'cause in the field, I'm a big dog
In the trenches sippin' Molly water, lockjaw
If you ain't get it your momma, boy, that's Fentanyl (ay)
I been

Yea
For the click
It get lit
Yea
I make him run like he Rick
Mula baby wear a diaper
Yea Yea
Cause Im really wit the shits
In the field
Im making

workin' two jobs and we still starve
Me and my brother jump in the field
Deal hard
Cop a ounce of coke, whip it real hard
Now we buy whips, used to steal

won't let them catch me slipping
Cuz I know how to ball
In the field
I run that bread up
Cuz I answer the call
While you watching
From the sidelines
You

a new sweater
Huh
I got a new sweater
Huh
I call it ALYX
I call it ALYX
My Prada my feet
My prada my fleece
Yeah yeah
Rick on my feet
Rick on my body
You