Search results for 'Rick Moody'

niggas
Be wavy 
Move with the motion
Hardly show
Any emotion

All of my niggas
Be moody yeah
All of my niggas
Be moody 

Most of my niggas
On syrup
But

Move with the motion hARDLY SHOW
ANY EMOTION all of my niggas be moody yeah

Most of my niggas oN SYRUP
But they ain't sweet nO COUGH
But they all be

I've been fucking hoes since 6th grade
I just been getting laid
I don't do shit and I get paid
Rocking rick shades
Made your mom into my maid
Money

"hold it under my 'desk
I look at my "phone, Moody sent me a 'text'
The bell rings, walkin through the hallways, 'see a
Girl that gives me heart eyes, her

at Neiman want all the fuckin RAF
Tip toein'
Keep going
I drop racks on you, at Rick Owen's
And she know that
I noticed, that she moody with me as always
I'm

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

out my card whenever I shop
Rick Owens monochrome Vetements tops
Lookin' up double RR gazing the stars
She a nine working out to five
Working out

Looney
I be wit the twins, Jay and Rune
I'm rockin Rick Owens, yeah i'm Moody
It say Moody on my snapback no rap cap
Shawty eat me up like a Rap Snack

a different type of bitch
I got the knocka on my hip he thought I was pussy he running like rick
And they been They been switching up niggas acting different

standing next to the greatness
When she hang with money she gon let me have my  way
Next time I see her first thing im going to say
Goofy groovie moody cutie

I been balling like I’m 23 keep that 45 on my waist
I did an exchange with the toooley for the mic now imma rage
Feelin moody feel like Uzi throw my

gang and they talk a whole
Bitch I'm rick james nigga fuck yo coach
Niggas want fame
Niggas want to clone
I just want some racks and I want some more
I'm

and expectations
We self subscribed for medications
Go on tour for a vacation
I love mixing Rick and Raf
Balenci socks and Alyx mask
She broke my heart but that's

a fade
You ain't tryna go outside cause they a squeeze yo lemonade
I could go to places you can't see rick and morty
You could be the shit you wanna be

Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah
Yeah, yeah (oh)
Black up on my fit I'm talkin' Rick, no Morty
Yeah I cant feel a god damn

of blurred out groupies
Tryna get past me in their
Tight khaki loose leaf
Paper-thin skirts to flirt with
The moody overseas act
Her lips pierced my nerves

don't stop (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, rockin' Rick Owens on my bitch, she bad, got a Gucci crop top (yeah, yeah)
Run up on a nigga, get it lit like BIC if

I'm fruity
Everything I do is beauty
You actin' moody
Because you are workin' on duty
Bitch lookin' spooky
Life is a movie
Got so much drip, I guess

czuje blizny Anthonyego Kiedisa
Gdy walimy w nos jak Kate Moss by poczuć moc
Hastlować życie jak Rick Ross
To pozorny sztos bo jednak wciąż
Nie umiem

$69.50

She's boutta cop a facelift 
Gucci on her bracelet 
Yea I think she fucked Rick Ross
And she gave some head to Nick Saban 

We pull up the yankee

ain't wanna leave so I kick
I wanna fuck a hoe but I don't know which one to pick
Bitch I'm outer space, like my name was fucking Rick
But I'm still so

kindness 
Step on my toes I'll steal your fucking soul 
With a coat hanger shoved up your asshole 
Oh snap Rick you're out of control
This is Michael Myers

might Crip walk
Big watch
Big boss
I feel like I'm Rick Ross
Lost a couple of my people
And that was a big loss
I been going through a lot
I don't let it

On the beat I ice it
Quick slick like Rick, Thunder wonder, I spit lighting
Rainy day, I brag about how I make people stay away
That's 5 personalities off