Lyrics:
in place, I dinner my plate, look
I ain't gang bangin' or droppin' the rakes
Why you talkin' like Ricky Lake when it's timing to shake
You niggas
back like this on 'em my brother.
strikin', talkin' goin block from block,
That hoe, she pretty, but her attitude too pissy
Double down, 2 blicks, inside my bridges , can't go out like ricky
My name is Ricky Blaze
Baby!
Budda-bye-bye
Budda-buh-buh-bye-bye
Heh
She got it like
Boom bang, boo-doom, boom, boom, boo-doom, doom
Girl yuh body
out’cho mouth"
Smack, humbled by my eternal authority
"So what now?"
I, I got styles upon styles of styles
Piles and miles of ‘em to make you smile
I got
breeze by
Girl you my thing thang
Ain't talking no ring rang
Down with the riff raff
J, here's the mic back
Don't get me sidetracked
I'm stuck on the hi
Are you really with me
Or are you really just chasing clout
I fuck her good I make her shout
Pretty girls they like my style
I really came up around
Are you really with me
Or are you really just chasing clout
I fuck her good I make her shout
Pretty girls they like my style
I really came up around
team
Boys in the hood don't join
Run Ricky Ricky (Ugh)
Short skirt mini (Mwah)
All my girls pretty (Yeah)
All my girls pretty yeahhh
She would go hard
Tell me, why they always jockin' my style?
'Boutta switch up the life style
Why it feel like I never got no time?
Why it feel like you never on my
that)
Yeah, we got it like that (like that)
It's like that 'Cause I got it like that
And I got it like that also
Got a style that's way out like
that)
Yeah, we got it like that (like that)
It's like that 'Cause I got it like that
And I got it like that also
Got a style that's way out like
a damn if you like me or not
Your opinion is invalid
See ya later, block
Got my own style
I got my own style
Lookin’ pretty with my girls
Lookin’
pretty women
That just do the most
Doing all that clubbing
Ain’t my style tho
Flashing all my money
Ain’t my style tho
Rock designer, but it
Ain’t my style
likkle thing to love inna me yard
a romantic girl, pretty thing to love me like a star
i need a romantic girl, pretty likkle thing to love inna me yard
up them cookies like Famous Amos
Shit get rectified by sticking this dope in a bitch's anus
Hit the visible, shoot that to my brother let's get this
toys
U got it beat it good
Dirt drank for the tough man (mane)
Understood got the joy by the grind and it feels dank
And my shit stank by my shirt stains
to give me third degree, you just a third of me (ooh)
Couldn't be the shit if you were a turd of me
A man tight with my funds, crush like Ricky D
Who
style
Fight them, boxes, I was ready, he thought he was rolling loud
Diamonds all up on my wrist, hold up, my fist might roll the loud
Four choppers,
her
And drive by the projects while a nigger hollar
I let her drive the V
She's my pretty young thing
I let her ride with me
She's my pretty
it’s coming soon
I kill you with my Guile, my presence like a sonic boom
You loving on my style, all eyes on me I’m in the room
Don’t even need
To back I'm raining
Cause you the top noodles like Ramen, save it
Boss Ricky Ross stand tall Cindy Hall
I'm the hottest in the city
Got them rider niggas
And type, and write, with my
Freak it 'fore the niggy night is done
For Ricky-Run to get dumb and then some
So while you're here, it's clear to every
skippin' doctors visits
But my pots is pissy, smokin' hockey sticky
Put a stockin' on my face and hit a lick in'
When shit get ugly, I go Pretty Ricky
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