Lyrics:
Get slapped by my will cause you know that I'm owning
You talking too slick need to go change your tone and
I'm bussing his and I'm fucking her dome in
squeeze
Niggas sharing bitches y'all be dirty
Oh you on that block getting dirty money
Remember when they wasn't fucking with me
Rick Owens Raf Simons all
'll cost a few
Best believe that's a bargain just wait for the limit I'm crossing
But right now, a whole lot of nothing, a whole lot of nothing
Rick is, he
excellency
For my people, I was chose to part the red sea
For your sake, I hope you live by these commandments
Just got to believe, and that's sure to clear
Chappelle as Rick James]
Where's the Bishop?
Bishop, pick up the phone motherfucker
I know you with Snoop
Probably fucking my old pussy
That's right
I drop
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
that I changed who I been flocking wit
Surrounded by like-minded people I can fly a bit
You dance around respect but
Me, I require it
Not being greedy yo
off you
Even when I'm without you
Baby I'll be checking up on you
Cus girl with you
I believe, I believe, I believe that i can fly
I believe, I believe
me
Prayed on by all these foes, it'll put you in a frenzy
Niggas hear about my woes and dismiss em
Confusing 'em with the ones that Drake ran through
the hand (take me)
Let me make you understand
(Make you understand)
That I can never let you down
Baby just believe in me
Take Me boy by the hand (take
hit, uh yeah
I don't miss, uh yeah
I don't miss, uh yeah
I can't tell a story, I'm not Rick (Uh yeah)
I can't tell a story, I'm not Rick (Uh yeah)
Bitch
a
Chopper your whole damn life
Plus you an Atheist who don't
Believe that God exist
You went from Allahu Akbar to a Scientologist
You a homo, so I understand
(Mhm)
Your bitch on my dick
'Cause I got this Rick and I rock
The shit that you can't get (Uh, huh)
I swear I didn't know
That that was your girl, boy
I
but She know I can't spend a night
I be tryna tap his head, we be Spinnin' in that strike
I pray I don't go to hell, I been Sinin' all my life
Chain
mic check mic check
Can you believe that you are my baby i love you
Can you believe that you are my baby i need you
Can you believe Can you believe Can
believe me it won't help you when they put you in that wood
Boy
Back in the day I had a lot of pay
But then I got saved
Took a pay cut by the way I'm
the OGs who told me niggas can't have gold teeth and cold feet
Sold me
I feel like
Rick Fox, Rick James, Rick Ross
Need a big block, big chain, big boss
here girl, lemme get you this
This one Rick try to get you rich
Candy paint on my six-six (six), you can call that bitches rich
I'm out this sports,
by myself, these blessings heavenly
I can't explain how I'm doing this lately
Heard my Grandmama say, that's cause he's using you baby
Let'em use you
get it just go get it
If you dream can get it just believe it
Ay, Ay, Ay
Don't worrying bout that bullshit... don't be worrying bout that bullshit
Make sure you know a nickname
You want for that tombstone
Play hard as a rock, bullets can break stones
Break bad boys down like Jenny did Sean Combs
I'm
about me
I woke up this morning and figured I'd call you
In case I'm not here tomorrow
I'm hoping that I can borrow a piece of mind
I'm behind
hundred words
And a clip on that which motherfuckers better run
If you're not lookin' to get run over by the roadrunner
No wonder no one don't wanna go
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