Lyrics:
Rick Ross: Trilla
Bird-man: brrrr!
[Webbie]
The 'lil soldier wit nothin' clear to see wasn't nobody handin' him shit
Ridin' round town glamor
to follow my nigga
I'm gone
Somebody who you're around wants to clip your wings and shoot you down
But its okay to keep enemies close
As long as you
acting funny
You are kinda lucky
That I'm so forgiving
If you just tell me the truth
Then we both can move on
And pick up where we left off"
Yogi Bear
might get a check, you wanna trap, might get a coffin (die)
When that paper flowin', party for a month straight like Rick James (Rick)
The feds is
Trina, Rick Ross, Hot Box..
I got a, fat pussy for a cocksucker
I got a, hideout for a cop ducker
I got a, condo for a baller nigga
I got a,
motherfuckin name? (Jigga)
And who I'm rollin with huh? (My niggas)
Uh-huh-uh, uh, uh, uh
Niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right
Who?
don't care about friends
I was made to be on my own
I came in this world by myself
And I'm leavin' alone
Hopefully with a crib that I can call my own
With
I'm RICH BITCH
I'm like Rick bitch
I'm rich bitch
I'm like Rick bitch
All my niggas got big chains - Got big chains, Got big chains
All my niggas got
I'ma be at the ripe ol' age of forty-eight or forty-niner
My shit is wise, CPT M.C. for hire
my name ain't Rick James but I'll burn your ass with a fire
don't love you 'til you dead and then they call you profound
That's the truth
I'm close to the cliff, like Rick Dalton in the booth
Money ain't the key
But the two things that I need is you, pecs, X and weed I'm smoking
This Givenchy had to show it me and Bam twinning with Rick Owens
Yeah I met a demon
but I'll forever be ill
And I'm tired and sick and so are Rick and Jill
Oh no, she's looking true her pictures and he knows
That all that you do is
brothers like early Beck
I'm comfy on my iron throne
Word on the street that the god you pray to
And kneel to's an Esoteric clone, but I feel you
If he
think he is Slick Rick or Dana Dane
Think he Rakim or somethin, look at his chain
Myself, from head to toe, I'm Dougie Fresh
Looking like I came
the brand of the d that he on
How come he do what he wanna neva' do what we want
I'm Rick James of this game
Need some wide leather couch for me to plant
HIV-pussy-havin' motherfuckers)
Yo, yo, yo, Daz, easy come, easy
Yeah, gotta say what's up to my nigga Slick Rick
For those who don't like it, eat a dick
But
My music loosen nooses
It's proven I'm ruthless
This dude is so ready to rumble
Ain't playin' with a full deck so please
Don't get caught in my shuffle
lean all the lean, already way too screwed up
Was way too gone, I was way too cold
Fifty yard Hail Mary I was way too thrown
I was Tarzan, raised by
NBA Youngboy
All them light-skinned niggas will get eight dollars each for reparations
By the time they get to the dark-skinned niggas, like me
this cocaine, I'm Rick James, ho
I'm bill-droppin', Ms. Pac-man, this pill-poppin' ass ho
I'm poppin' too, these blue dolphins need two coffins
All
the ricks out I'm the shit now
New crib by the bayside but I'm too fried
Sometimes I get too high, feel myself dying
New crib with a new view, I'm just
Used in the Springfield
Oregon, murders? What inspires Bill Clinton
To blow people up in
Kosovo? Was it something that
Monica Lewinsky said to
Him? Isn't
back, we keepin' it pushing
People scared of change
But you'll find me deep in the cushion
Even when I win, it feel like I'm losing
Listening
my pendant (diamonds on my pendant)
I ain't made the team, I'm still ballin' on these niggas (swoosh)
You the man where you from, huh? (The man)
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