Lyrics:
these bitches move
Call me king Richard
I tried to make deals
You piss me off
I’ll show you the feel
Off with your head
Put it in public so
aint worth it
Put you money in your pocket and reverse it
Her cd aint worth it
Put you money in your pocket and reverse it
Missy Elliot makes
too cut
I'm in the cut gettin' sucked by two sluts
Pay for the hit he'll kill your favorite shooter
Ain't goin' vacation, that's the power
through drippin' in the peacoat (Drip, drip)
I was sittin' in the pen, face the Rico (Woo)
My daddy on dope, tryna keep low (Dope)
Put the AP on my mama,
It's All We Have
Poem by Stavros (aka: Poet 168)
Reading T.S. Elliot
After two books of
Bukowski is like getting hit
In the dick by a midget
mask got me like Jason
And my Richard Millie plain (plain), see the look on all they faces
Richard Millie plain (ooh), Richard Millie plain (whoa)
Yeah
Trice
Statik Selektah
O back around the corner
Got the crack, put in your orders
We 'bout to run up out the stores
It's notorious,
So. You've been called to Richard's office
Richard's mad and he'll make you sorry
And Richard knows your rights
Despite your tears, he'll sleep
other
How quickly four hours went by
And as if I had the chances you gave to those who stole your heart before me
But now I believe our love died
Before
on the Wraith, Balenciaga with the Bape
I'm drippin' and they can't (yeah)
House up on the lake, fingerprint for the gate
Richard Millie in the safe, yeah
Half
that my life's a game
Richard never died in vein
Mick wipe away them tears from under your face
I know you want to go insane every time you hear your
no time to explain)
Ah, Richard Millie plain (Plain)
Maybach with the woodgrain (Woodgrain)
Clearport, know the pilot by the name, yeah
Eight
off a perky
Up early, trappin' real early
Cup real dirty, whatcha workin'?
Migos having birdies (brrrr)
I don't know ya, I ain't servin'
Got your
for everyone
And hey, hey, hey, here comes Richard
There will be ladies dressed in lace
I just want to see her face
When hey, hey, hey, here comes
tickles your fancy
Buy a ticket to France
Just keep your dick in pants
See what's converging on some virgins like he's big Richard Branson
Bring you
for everyone
And hey, hey, hey, here comes Richard
There will be ladies dressed in lace
I just want to see her face
When hey, hey, hey, here comes
for everyone
And hey, hey, hey, here comes Richard
There will be ladies dressed in lace
I just want to see her face
When hey, hey, hey, here comes
We walk down the avenue like
We're getting nowhere by the end of the night
Under the light of the street lamps, the street lamps
Don't care 'bout
they're chosen
In history they're frozen
Names added to a lengthy list of those who've felt Richard's deadly kiss The chill of autumn stirs
Mind
(JTK)
(Ohh)
(Keed talk to 'em)
All these bitches coming in the Bentley truck, ooh (Bentley Truck)
Nigga really trippin', got problems, start
need
Richard - Give me a chance to prove
Love shared by me and you can be
Temptations - Heavenly (x 3)
Richard - That's how
Temptations - That's how
that iron in his mouth like a filling
Then catch your bitch, give her sexual healing
Chasin' the bag, tryna get me some millions
I hit the trap and I
you need AllState
Diamonds they wearin', it's all fake
Your main bitch be choosin', that's always
Who get in the booth and go hard as I go?
Elliot
Or I'ma break every bone in your face
I can't vote 'cause I'ma felon
Even if I wasn't, I still wouldn't do it
None of them niggas like black people
So
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