Lyrics:
Richard Mille Mille Mille, Richard Mille Mille Mille
Richard Mille Mille Mille, Richard Mille Mille Mille
T'es qu'un mytho j'te donne même pas
dedicate this next poem here to
To Spearhead X the Ex-Second in Command in
Terms of this country (He got the blues)
And the poem is called "H2O-G-A T-E
could-just-do it,
Let's do it, let's fall in love.
E. Allan Poe-ho! ho! ho!-did it,
But he did it in verse.
H. Beecher Stowe did it,
But she had to rehearse.
could-just-do it,
Let's do it, let's fall in love.
E. Allan Poe-ho! ho! ho!-did it,
But he did it in verse.
H. Beecher Stowe did it,
But she had to rehearse.
could-just-do it,
Let's do it, let's fall in love.
E. Allan Poe-ho! ho! ho!-did it,
But he did it in verse.
H. Beecher Stowe did it,
But she had to rehearse.
Trying to make a difference the American way
William McKinley, 25 helped business grow
Theodore Roosevelt was the youngest (president), y'know
William H.
Ernest Hemingway could-just-do it,
Let's do it, let's fall in love.
E. Allan Poe-ho! Ho! Ho!-did it,
But he did it in verse.
H. Beecher Stowe did it,
sucked
I'ma do the big one every time if you on point
I'm tryin' to go all out, I ain't tryin' to fall out
Take you to H. Lorenzo, we can make a mall
temporarily worked
But I'm here again, nothing left to feel
But to get down, facing ground, asking am I really real
H-O double B-E-S
A little kid's companion
life on February 3rd
John Quincy Adams, the 23rd, he would speak no more
On the 8th of March, Millard Fillmore, gone at 74
March 8th, 1930, William H.
Richard Mille, Richard Mille an meiner Wrist
Wigga ich hab Gucci an und du trägst H&M
Du motherfucking Bitch Wigga (chiah)
Verticke ein Chicken wie
**s mad
Cause they ain't me
(Bad b***h)
Getting money out the
Crack house like the 80's
The ghost of Richard Porter
I swear to God I go crazy
Hoping out
is cray-cray, Ray J, H-A-H-A-H-A
Laughing all the way to the bank, I spray flames
They cannot tame or placate the
Monster (ayy)
You get in my
Harry Truman, Doris Day, Red China, Johnnie Ray
South Pacific, Walter Winchell, Joe DiMaggio
Joe McCarthy, Richard Nixon, Studebaker, television
I feel nothing but haunted.
H a u n t e d
H a u n t e d
Am Am F D Em Am Am F D Em tight stop
Richard count in 1, 2, 3
'Cos
Harry Truman, Doris Day, Red China, Johnnie Ray
South Pacific, Walter Winchell, Joe DiMaggio
Joe McCarthy, Richard Nixon, Studebaker, television
Yea yea yea
Ooh
Moving Patrick Swayze
In the H leant up and lazy
Phone been going brazy
Got lil baby going crazy
Wine and dine yo lady
Carnevale
Marconi Impara, boy
Boy, boy
Escupiendo como Triple H
Estos cabrones quieren que me escrache
Las balas son de grati', más vale que te agache
Choo-choo, bustas, it's a must, let me bust
Let me bust because I got to bust off of
The top of the H-E-A-D
It's a must with my nigga
Richie Rich and 2Pac
It's
big enough for eight bitches
Rich bitches, big bitches, nigga, listen
Big Richard hit different (yeah, let's go)
Every car, man, it's mine, never
yeah, we gotta clear out the scene, yeah
I just took an AK to a dinner date
I just put some VVs in a Richard face
And the presidential is a day-date
Bandz keep fall out my pocket
Got billies on me
Hoes keep wanna touch me
They make videos
Wrist cost couple bricks
Got that Richard Milly on
Yeah me
it's just my life
Uh, pull up in the rari, my h beside me
It's a two seater, your bh can't ride
H I'm sorry
Let's get it jumpin', call it center court
Wagwan
Look, first off he was tellin' pussy niggas, story up
I was trappin' out in Brampton, whole high school year, courted up
Man, H-Town in
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