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her back
I drip in that Rick, bitch, I came in all black
You can't play with this shit
Yeah, I'm takin' your bitch
I'm not bringing her back

Let's go

One thing about me I always need my medicine
Ice world shit so the cold gonna let us in
Mix the rick with the vetements
I need a plane jain he need

bet


She steady sending screenshots
I'm saying that's not me

Balenciaga's came big the 3by3
Ion care if the bank closed

Send my cheese yeah

Naenae

through my chair
No recognizin' my name
She puts on Rick and Morty Even hits her Lights when I came
Quit your bitchin' listen You can hear my whip From

Moses

Slick Rick

The Ruler's Back

1991

Then hands up by a fair up relative, or honey peep it
Couldn't be the severed, once determined to keep
Don't say a word, she told this slim, who was

of me
Don't make sense
This shit by us, this shit by us
Yea, did she by us?
This shit by us, this shit by us
Yea, did she by us?

Oowee, that shit stink

(Maybe in this song, you shouldn't start by saying)
Nigga, I said it, I know that you mad
I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
You mentioned

train
Make her wanna get on her knees and give me top
The bitch do molly just like Rick Ross
She want diamonds, the shit gon' cost
She want diamonds,

This song was manifested by myself and many others

I've been getting so high
I don't wanna come down
Back to the ground
I've been getting so high
I

so they brag
Point me to men I'm tryna shag (uhhh)
I got slutty rick tank tops
My huge cock is wanted by ops
Spent lotta money in sex shops
Without men

What you can do go get that money and them haters gone go 
Aye
And if you ever need a hand I'm by yo side
Down to ride
Me and you together like Bonnie

, I'm voting for Waffles Still
Ya , ya
In love with my racks, I'm fucking my racks
Ya , I'm fucking my racks, ya
Don't fuck with my racks, ya
Rick

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Rick my feet, we elite
Flying private, overseas
Brand new bracelet, by ALYX
Flood my neck, then flood the streets
I got shooters

Rick Owens Raf Simons all the same shit
Got a bad hoe to my side she ain't basic
This an angelic flow nigga you ain't make this
If its not USD you

bussin  
Run up Onna squah, might load choppa at ya muffin 
Need dat cash I need dat sack no rick Ross I need two maybachs 
Hold dat rock don't trip don't

She like where you going, with all that Rick
Top down I just put Margiela in the whip
Top down I really put my brother in the bitch
I'm riding round

in
The Devil may cry
Run up on gang we gon' shoot, bitch
Your bitch, she's in love with the crew
Exclusive drip all on my- huh, huh
Marni and Rick

I can't even play around
Its Chrome on these Ricks you know that shit cost a grip
I can't even play around
The service went to roam I guess that mean

Pretty girl with the short hair
Took my breath, woo, call me rick flair
One look knew she was rare
She's all mine no I will not share
One step all it

I don't wanna fuck around, get broken by a bitch
Fuck with evil hoes like my feelings in a ditch
She just fuck with me cuz she see I'm getting rich

Rick
She's like all you ever do is trap
Well baby I'm a trapper
If you really think that it's all cap
Then just go and check my stature
So forget about

on me get your bands up
White girl from the north I might just call lil shorty sanca 
My Asian girl she call me sensei
She rockin Rick Owens while we

and just switch states (switch states)
Raf Simons on my jeans but I'm still in my Rick stage (yeah, Rick stage)
I saw your Rollie rose gold but it's not no

Praying I don't curve her
If she's a slurper
She can stay and cook a burger
Hollow tip disperser
Your condition may get worse
On a Sunny day drive the red