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contract no she not a bench player 
Bend it over wooooo Rick Flair
Make the money don’t let it make you
Working overtime to get a breakthrough 
Dancing

a mile in these Ricks
You couldn't even walk around with my bitch
You can't even come around this shit
On my D
Is where I found your bitch
She fuckin' with

just to annoy 
Gallop 100 miles, to some creek
Lady got shot, wow that's peak
We left her in a ditch, she'll be dead in a week
Don't really care cus her

bout unleaded
Springfield 40 stay by me that console where i kept it
They see me growing they see me glowing man these niggas turn jealous
When you get

Venom on my back like Eddie Brock
We was out road trips up and down the coast
From Virginia to the Hamptons yea we did the most
Almost hit Springfield we

one-on-one
Take this dope, hit a one on one
Ain't nothing else to do, she wanna cum for fun
I'm by myself, I brung no one
Nigga, she want me like Givenchy
In

came in
He said, "Hey Rick, don't you know playin' with these snakes is a sin?"
He grabbed me by my shirt and pulled me right out the store
He said,

Mona Lisa

Slick Rick

The Great Adventures of Slick Rick

1988

came in
He said, "Hey Rick, don't you know playin' with these snakes is a sin?"
He grabbed me by my shirt and pulled me right out the store
He said,

(Woah, woah, woah)
(Woah, woah, woah)
Bad lil' bitch Rick Owens shoes, biker shorts she's from North
Carolina wit' sum attitude, so she fly back

by the zip
Come and tap it with us, yeah, I can teach you how to flip
I don't give a fuck about this thot, she not my bitch
Bitch, I'm mobbin' with

Cash Flow

T-Pain

Purple Codeine, Vol. 16

2008

that shit

(Rick Ross)
Let's get it

(Ace Hood)
Eh knock knock, bang bang
Where the cash at
If you ain't got it leave you bloody like a tampax

She Said It Was Great

Ed O.G & da Bulldogs

Life of a Kid in the Ghetto

1991

we're here for, so take those off"
By now she's butt-naked, I'm ready to break it
Threw on the jim hat, I'm ready for trim, and all that
So I did it

Mercy

Kanye West

G.O.O.D. Music: Cruel Summer

2012

sound which is the champion sound
Believe, believe

O-o-o-o-o-okay, Lamborghini Mercy
Your chick, she so thirsty
I-I-I-I-I'm in that two-seat Lambo

where he is, uh (Lets Go)
Had to relocate with a portal, just like Rick (Lets Go-oh-oh-oh)
If you test me, I'mma have to show you and yo homie it
Yeah

around with Lil Dizzle
Then got ran by Nick and Bernie
Gave some brain to Ope
Harvey Jimmy Rick and Weet
Swallowed Baldy for a Xan
Man she even fucked

couple
And I could tell by your purse game that your nigga truly loved you
So many bags, only if you knew the struggle
Still got the ones that she had

she looked me in my eye, stopped me dead in my tracks no lie
She's a dime ninety nine can't believe I let the woman walk by
It was a Tuesday afternoon I

like my ligaments
I love her if she cinnamon
Outta bars like I'm Eminem
Counting cards like a pendulum
Swag by the ounce, I could sell it by the ziplock

She know I ain't runnin' out of loot (no, no), brain one, multiply by two (let's roll)
Pockets steak, eatin' wagyu (steak), niggas fake, yeah, they

Shorty said I'm heartless, yea you right
She said I don't text quick, yea you right
I just want the neck bitch, that's what I like
12 always on my

it
Bust some bullets at cha neck, and I say this with disrespect
Should of known by now, that this nigga Bunn legit
And I ain't fuckin' wit you bitch

I may never be able to forgive myself
Bitch

Where's ya man's at? Springfield? New Zealand? Iran?
Ya man's at home watching Bob Ross reruns
Residence

racks
Don’t think I could ever go back
Carry my fam to the promised land
Got no choice but to snap
She felt so young and trapped
Hurt to hear but I guess

And these walls gotta break
No time for fake
Takin risk, know they can't relate
Gotta watch my back, surrounded by the hate
Seen death, how much did