Lyrics:
OK, I'm reloaded (Ain't expect this)
The homey, Elvis Freshly (Uh huh) and Rick Ross-teen (Nigga)
He Back (I see ya, nigga)
I'm back (I smell that
[Chorus: x2]
I be reppin' my city I be reppin' my city
I be reppin' my city
I be reppin' my city er er er'y night
I be reppin' my city
I be
brown paper bag money
This for my strippers getting black plastic bag money
We're talking that bad money, that I.R.S can tax money you dig me
[Rick
in circles
Did I do that or was it Mystikal and Urkel?
On to 7 AK 47, so what?
I got seven hoes stoppin' by at seven to fuck
Then put seven in
around kid and I'll Glock your mental
Stay fuckin' wit' ya man Benzino
Hardy on the side by the Rick Gambino
Burners on the side, that's how we be though
and who we left for dead
Who are you niggas? Why argue niggas?
The truth is the truth, I really put my scars on niggas
They wear them lifetime, they tell
All these Chinese cigarettes in my back pocket
Burning one by one till they're all dust
I once had your flame it was all lust
It was no fuss It was
Now it's your highness, his mind is, among the finest
The touch of Midas, a dynasty of a giant
Spread like a virus
That's why they moving in silence
I been down and out I been up before I been down before
Tryna chase these dreams by all means that’s on everything
I been down and out I been up
Jam? Remember Meth Man?
I held your hand through them years when ya'll was stressed, fam
That's why I still love you and Russell still hustle
Let's get
he's up to something
This is a 400-meter I'm really running
Why you say got kids but I'm really Sonning
In another dimension like Rick and Morty
Type
merch by the kilo
Broke into to your cafeteria, put Percocet in your meatloaf
Y'all can call me Woodward the way I been getting deep throat
Double-time
bro
Not once, not twice, but thrice
And now she's actin' all nice
Fuck y'all, fuck Jamahl, fuck Tazz, fuck Bitch Sauce
Get lost, built like Rick Ross
forgot what they told us
Better watch for your homie, don't know explanation why I rock by my lonely
So you can reposition and try to fuck me again
All right
My life
Is looking a drive by
It's looking really bloody and muddy from all the bright lights
High five
I don't really wanna go inside like
tonight
You know that you want me by your side
Remember the last time we collide
And you liked that, you called me right back
So why you so scared to roll
Say you got heart 'til it's on the floor
I got a Louis bag to hold a 40
I just might trap it out 'til I'm forty
Say you trap, why you telling them
I asked her who she wanted to be , she looked back and she said
RICK OWENS
She asked me who i wanted to be , i looked back and i said
RICK OWENS
So Clear
Words & Music by: Rick Denzien
it's a testimony - the places I have been
its so cold & lonely - out here on the fringe
at the place in
Grind
Words & Music by: Rick Denzien
night is falling
the time is near
when the stars appear
and day is gone
time is closing
on us all
and it won't
Lisa
Words & Music by: Rick Denzien
an ocean apart - miles from each other
the wind and the sky separate us
and I'm coming undone - nothing
grabbed him by the coat
[ CHORUS ]
Baby
Don't try to save me
People
Just let me be
Fucker
I'm not your brother
Step back
Rick James, respect that
[ Slug ]
Rick Ross, Loyd, street life
Ain't nothin' but the street life
That's money, cars and hoes
It's the only life I chose
Street life, ain't
the record I'm a peddler
Of so many useful tools
Enough, you could never get of
Good hot, even better when it cools
We about to melt why'all nigga's
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