Lyrics:
on the bottom of a Chevrolet
Everybody and they mamma sell plenty hay
Need to ride with the weight scale
Propped up in the seat trying to get that
My (?)
that good weed up
Tell em' meet with us
It's not a thing we can't afford
So get in my car
Tell your friends you tryna' roll
Splash
Pretty bitches
me home, Jimmy, don't let me drive tonight
I just wanna get blown with Brian and Mike
Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike
Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike
, and we talk about work.
But what I think I'd really love is to get up by myself,
On a little tiny island, in the middle of the ocean,
With just me,
Thick hoes I can't hold myself
Everybody wanna just pop out with me
But lately I just wanna be by myself
Get drunk, wake up
Swear that this the last
style she was pretty defiant but didn't know that that she was pretty violent
Go little boy run little boy gotta get away little boy go little boy go go
sing
My nigga (I'll let it sing, my nigga)
Dragon tatted on me, step
Up, you'll get flamed, My nigga
(You'll get flamed, my nigga)
Damn, I apply pressure
Ricky, turn around, I Drac' 'em all (Ricky)
'Fore I spend my money on a hit, come do that shit myself (come do that shit myself)
Creep up on you, I get
Teazy
Yeah
Look
She wanna come round mine, pour up a drink, and smoke my weed (my weed)
Get on the vibe, get high, Pretty Ricky just grind on me (on
, and we talk about work.
But what I think I'd really love is to get up by myself,
On a little tiny island, in the middle of the ocean,
With just me,
Main Source forever, crews got to get more clever
Whatever, just have your shit together
'Cause it's '91, which means not a thing
'Cause for
Main Source forever crews got to get more clever
Whatever just have your shit together
Cause it's '91 which means not a thing
'Cause for
Main Source forever crews got to get more clever
Whatever just have your shit together
Cause it's '91 which means not a thing
'Cause for
This is uncle Deji's song
I know, everybody wanna run away
Out here, the main thing right now is to run away
Can't blame, anybody for wanting to run
that long
Where a lot of people get
Poked up and clapped on
My job really putting on for the city
You get popped like a wheelie for
Saying some old silly
turned to Faith
But you ain't never gon get into
Heaven with that dirty face
I'm pretty sure one of the main requirements
To get through the pearly gates
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
I
Everybody move to the back of the bus
Do you wanna bump and slump with us?
We the type of people make the club get crunk
Ah ha, hush that fuss
Everybody
up like it sit on stilettos
Can't you see the glit' on the
Pebbles that sit on the bezel
None of you little scraps couldn't
Get on my level take more
'n' pick up an ounce, but hold up, I gotta pee
Time to flee the scene, on this shopping spree, got that alien OG
Maybe stop at Chipotle get a bowl
folks
Then lose it in that one night
Scratch that, let me hold man
Im sure he'll call me up for verses by popular demand
Oh shit Jezza did it again
Murder
lose control
Let's get ugly, dysfunctional
Everybody lose control
Let's get ugly, dysfunctional
Tell them pretty faced girls tryna grabs each other
known to perpetuate the
Way they see us, they seeing that nothing has changed cause
You live for today but what about when you wake up
And all the pretty
Bitch I'm Rick James making money by the minute
Bitch I'm Rick James classy women get to stripping
The minute I get up in it Mr. Ricky now a Ginuea uh
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