Lyrics:
Richard mille on my wrist
While my chick in a designer
I keep on shining
I keep on grinding
Getting this money
Invest it and flip it
To cop me an island
I
and Bess
Capture your bounty like Elliot Ness, yes
Bless you if you represent the Fu
But I'll hex you with some witch's brew
If you're doo-doo, voodoo
I
out tha door
CHORUS
ICP headin back to St. Louis
Nelly scoot over, me and shaggy bout to do this
There's an arm in my trunk (Whaa)
An arm in my trunk
safe by your side
I always will keep you with me
My Pa, my Pa, please don't go soon
Your arms, your arms, your arms
you made me lifted high
I always feel
back in your arms
Never going back in your arms
I don’t want back in your arms
Never going back in your arms
(instrumental)
And I was like wax in your
couple
And I could tell by your purse game that your nigga truly loved you
So many bags, only if you knew the struggle
Still got the ones that she had
a rapper
Quit the lies
Authentic as ..
Your just a capper
I know who you are
Your not a trapper
I been by your Grandmas
Alexander
I know where you stay
Money
takes its toll
The load is getting lighter
When I'm in your arms
Just squeeze a little tighter
When I'm in your arms
In your arms
In your arms
eatin' 'til Richard Simmons comes to my house
With a chain saw to cut me out (me out, me out)
I'll fuck your wife, I had sex since I met her
Too busy
to make a fist.
Everybody die, gon' bury me alive.
Grab life by the horns, put the bullshit aside.
Glock clip full like the moon in the sky.
I'm at the gas
you
But I got too much to lose
I'm getting higher, Wock in my arms got me tired
The biggest desire, Walk in the room like Messiah
Gotta go get up my
It starts with the head multiplies by living dead arms
Stretches out from dirt popping sockets pulling hair next thing
Lying up on a stretcher
InSpiration Rise
Words & Music by Steve Richard Mahoney / Timothy Vincent Mauldin
As I hold you in my arms
And wipe away your last shed tear,
abusin me
But as the time went by I got another slimmy
And she was just like the first one screamin gimme
But not in the exact same way
She had a different
the by-product of the higher speeds of overthinking that went on in my mind
So bad at times I even wanted to die
You know what lifted me up?
Remember Richard was
Elliot, no lie
Every state and every city, sold out
Pick a target, I'ma hit it, don't I?
Draped my dawg in that Jesus piece
Pray to God he gon' touch
and withdrew a
revolver. Throw up your hands, he said. I'm Ned Kelly.
The infamous bushranger was accompanied by the rest of the Kelly gang: his brother Dan
see the jakes outside
Now I'm flushin' the work down the toilet
Mad, mad, Richard Mille
A crib by the port and it's imported
Sad, sad, if you knew
on go bitch and some more shit
My bitches think they nosey but they don't know shit
Water by my throat bitch I got em sea sick
Flying in a lotus police
what you gon' say (I don't)
In the end, I'm getting cake (Let's go)
Richard Mille and Amiris, I want the fancy toys
I wear Comme Des Garçons on Saturdays
a different scene
Oh yeah
But only if you let it, I won't forget it
I can't wait for you long
I feel safe in your arms
I can't wait for you long
I feel safe in
Deep down in it where y'all niggas ain't allowed at
You ever wear a Richard Mille where the wolves growl at?
My dog got a sentence, gave him life, he
tryna holla
Karats on my neck I told my homies not to bother
Richard Millie on a nigga you can call me Gunna
Wake up in the morning in my condo by
brother died and I was ridin' by myself
I'ma tell your ass the truth, feel like I'm dyin' by myself
You ain't slide, you ain't ride, you be hidin' by your
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