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hair is green
Her dress is lavender, it was bought by me
The messy scavenger humiliated when seen
He was looking for her
She was looking for me
Boy was

So often I see men being torn apart by women
They lose their connections, their fun, their creativity, competition, all of it
All of it's shattered

I hit the bank, cash out
Get in her homie, she pokin' her ass out
Swerve in the Lambo, hide by the crash out
Put the foreign in reverse and I back

yeah, no I'm not balling
And my bars are off the meter, tell your girl to stop calling
Told them niggas I can go, gold water aquafina
Get that bread by

to be Rick Ross
I ain't tryin to be Gucci i'm strugglin'
Bitch I'm ridin' round in a hoopty
So in less you bout to help me
Wit my music bitch don't do me

Rick with no Morty (Woo)
Dickheads old, be hatin’ like forty (Hatin’ like forty)
Make us young baws pop up with forties (Pop up with forties)
Mind ya

Dice of Life (The Bottle)

Andre Nickatina

Conversation with a Devil [CD & DVD]

2003

Like Tyson loves Cus D'amato
So before you go to gettin' mad
Think of the best freak that you've ever had

She like the Nikes, I like the 'didas
She like

had to go and just switch states (Uh)
Raf Simons on my jeans but I'm still on my Rick stage (Yeah)
I'm sure your Rollie's gold but it's not no big face

came for the cash
We ain't come to play boy we came for the bag
She ain't come to play boy she call herself a model
Get that shit by any means don't

back
I just crashed my lac
I was drunk off jack
And had a bitch on my sac
She broke her neck
Died with her head in my lap
I didn't feel sorry
It's

it's a Mopar orgy
Floated off to space off the drank I feel like Rick and Morty
She ask why I keep lookin' at her
Cause bitch you gorgeous
Hit him in his

maybe you can get your rent paid
If she wanna fuck, I wear a helmet, keep the head safe
One hit, head change, sometimes I feel like 50
I gotta get outta

and a butcher knife
Another strive
Had it coming survived
Raised by dogs
Cracked the locks
Fixing the machine
Hand me the torks
They coming the orks
Running porks

shit
Then know that the Tuggies Gon get at Ya clique
And I swear you shouldn't run rick
Cuz my niggas known to up it real quick
Nike fleece on for

I don't gotta announce
And I just be chillin' with my girl

She hop on the dick, yeah, she like to bounce
And I used to ride with my niggas
Pull up

that shit to drop bitch than drop on the cost then
How you think I gained this weight?
By Rick Ross'n
Yo body don’t fit yo face you jigsaw’n

yo shit is boring
Different dimension bars, spit that Rick & Morty
Y'all a bunch of Jerry's & yo raps is dummer
My shit hotter than July like "Fuck you

bitch I'm in the Fountain of Youth
And your bitch look like she bout to hit menopause
I think that I'm Tim Robinson
I think you should leave motherfucker

get hit by the door
Up on your way out, I told you stay out, before you get lost
I used to dream I'm in RR's, no Rick Ross
You motherfuckers had me

ummmummm not I
Override no cheat codes
I had to learn fucked up to many Times
No lie I can't recall
I Cashed in my pain I'm crazed by the The she
Taste
I

you spin and giggle, Ginny, chin-chin
This bitch is dog-faced like her name is Rin Tin Tin
So I aim my cum at her hair till she looks just like Tintin
I

niggas every summer forreal
My money bag it's getting dumber forreal
My bitch ass it's getting dumber forreal
I told her that it's getting fat she love me

OH-MY-GOD, DID FINATIC MAKE THIS?
(On bro, I did)
(Rrahh)
Bow, bow
Bow (Where yo' bitch at?)
Lil5iveten, Lil5iveten
(Come get yo' bitch)
She callin'

Rick Ross
Ion know the name of this designer but this shit cost

She be out here fuckin niggas for the free
Cheap-ass nigga, you ain't never ever had a G