Lyrics:
the skills
And for real, I think you practicing on what pay the bills
You be confused man, I look picky as hell
Never trust a big butt, that smile like
as hell
Never trust a big butt, that smile like Ricky Bell
What the hell?, Murphy rather pay to get out of jail
Cause if she tell me to pay, somebody
Jeffrey to beat
Gettin' butt like Milwaulkee
Ricky way out, I'm joggin' keep that bitch
Keep that bitch pussy soggin'
Catch one just like breathin' all
the skills
And for real, I think you practicing on what pay the bills
You be confused man, I look picky as hell
Never trust a big butt, that smile like Ricky
your bitch then hype her up
She'll drop it low, fuck it up
Pick it up and strike a pose
Super thick (Dayum)
Type that got her phone by her butt
Open up
don't talk, I do what I do, I do what I do
I suck, I do what I do, ain't nothing to do
Don't need a sock, my cum, my bust, has designation
And my butt, my
the bathroom stall, and took a big poo-poo,
It stunk so bad he didn't know what to do-do, the wallpaper started peeling,
So he wiped his butt and started dancing
butt cheek and try to keep that toothless moutch shut
and don't say shit you funky ass fat bitch. I don't square dance, I drink
monky blood, kick voodoo
And serve your daughter dirty water like a lake or something
Sipping out a vup, no cup
Long clip like a bitch got no butt
Sipping out a vup, no cup
Long
You don't even know what it took
I aint even run by the book
Young n**** running with the crooks
Pull up onna n**** got em shook
Ricky Bobby on em
Don't sleep!
(M-M-M-M-M-M)
They've done fucked up, haan
The biggest bezzle, haan
The don, Ricky Farrakhan (M-M-M-M-M-M-M-Maybach Music)
Haan
My
Ricky Ross
Carol City Cartel
Cool & Dre
Designer jeans and a hand full of dough (yeah)
Bottle of that Rosé, pass me some more
I got, more cars,
the
Funky-new-radical-butt-naked-booty-form-stinking!
Form of thinking
What new style and fashion
Some state that we okay and
Lick a shot as if we Rasta's
Cause when we first to mash it up!
(Culture
of the mission is a pro
The Ruler's back
Now in these times, at least to me
There's a lot of people out here tryin' to sound like Ricky D
Not tryin' to cause
bundle bring your butt in
A soldier, what I do to that hood?
"Are you that slave everybody tellin' me rap good?
Calm down, not goin' ta murder ya
Clean
bundle bring your butt in
A soldier, what I do to that hood?
"Are you that slave everybody tellin' me rap good?
Calm down, not goin' ta murder ya
Clean
but no, she's not cute
She's not pretty, oh what a pity, got the glass titty
Filled up with Kool-aid, just for the kiddies
On a cliff butt naked,
but no, she's not cute
She's not pretty, oh what a pity, got the glass titty
Filled up with Kool-aid, just for the kiddies
On a cliff butt naked,
Running outta time, finna chase down
A thief in the night, never guard down
Balmain with the Ricky, perfect match right now
Investing in myself, fuck
bright I know that they notice (Shine)
Me and you back and forth with the fussing and fighting (Nah)
I could never do that
Caught him like Ricky get hit in
to
Pretty Ricky
Told that bih to
Make it juicy
Kill that shit like
Ricky Ricky
Oou lil baby
Freaky freaky
Suck that dick
Pinky Pinky
Penut butter
Jelly time
spineless
You play bout my blood get one tap now you mindless I can't show no remorse
Ricky his back leave out shells like a seashore
She think she worth it
backshots, like she fucking Ricky
Nigga told, now that nigga a rat, call that nigga Mickey
Beat that nigga ass, he ain't shit himself but now he pissy
My girl
everything
One gold watch, two gold chains
Give me all those - everything
Y'all don't want to bump heads, Ocho, Evelyn
Them boys will leave you butt naked
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