Lyrics:
we give our life to
You have the right to be loved
By everyone who's willing to love you
They say blood is thicker than water
I say love is
get by with love
I look in your eyes, when I look in your eyes
I know what you're thinking of
'Cause it's just a beautiful day
And you know that's
'm in love with this shit
(I can't lie)
I can't lie I'm in love with this shit
(Yah)
You can't even look me in the eye
Everytime we pass by
(I can't lie
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
24 hours
24 hours
24 hours
24 hours in a day I'd love to spend with you my bae
I got racks in my Rick Owen yea they falling out
Big ol' racks in my
that
I don’t believe that
He got you ticks on ticks on ticks on ticks
That shit overrated
We had ricks on ricks on ricks on ricks
We was correlated
His
, 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
in the cupboard by the sink in the kitchen
Now roll it up and smoke it, let's just live the life we livin'
I wanna make you proud Jakey-boi just like
not right you a disgrace
You a snitch sounding like Jace
She wanting me I could tell by her place
She bad as hell, I could tell all by her waist
Take it
a dope, love the mother, or she loves to a ho
So I dig her a lot, and although shorty honey break nigga
How you figure, he a big rat money makin nigga
Cute
Why know, my homey Treach from Naughty by Nature once said
"If you ain't from the ghetto, don't come to the fuckin' ghetto"
But I'mma let one
Why know, my homey Treach from Naughty by Nature once said
"If you ain't from the ghetto, don't come to the fuckin' ghetto"
But I'mma let one
I feel like
Rick Fox, Rick James, Rick Ross
Need a big block, big chain, big boss
Niggas tried to crucify me got me criss crossed
Ass backwards
I dip
thru
You know I always keep it kind
You can cause a fine
Fuck a bill
Let us fuck up till the night
Let us fuck up till the
Fit that rick Owens for my
as a warning and a threat
Pull up looking sharper than gillette
I swear you dont know me
By the time I'm finished
I swear you gon' foe me
Cause bitch I have been
the pick-and-roll, I like the give-and-go
'Cause it's basketball, uh, Mister Kurtis Blow
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
They're playing
bitch and used your trojans, hold up
I'm in this bitch rolling like a snowman
You in Marc Jacobs i'm wearing Rick Owens
Gotta chase bags, cuz I love
pass I take that blunt I hit don't pass
Keep dem bricks you see no chips I love da green dat celo shit
I know some ese's kiko shit dat stick dey Patna
Swag by the ounce, I could sell it by the ziplock
Funny nigga think he got stripes, oh you Chris Rock
Closet of full of kicks, on the strip wearing
they kissin' each other
Rick wax-denim, it's smoother than butter
She sayin' she love me, she know I don't love her
I'm hittin' this bitch from the back,
I'm a shy guy (shy guy)
ARP with a scope what you die by (die by)
ARP with a scope by my side (my side)
Switch to the left lane, 'cause they're moving
the pick-and-roll, I like the give-and-go
'Cause it's basketball, uh, Mister Kurtis Blow
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
They're playing
in love with the lust (in love with the lust)
You niggas faking the love
I see this shit right through your mug (through the mug)
She got a weave,
with Charlotte Finley after the premiere tonight, yes?
DEVIN:
That’s me.
LEVI:
I've been meaning to find you.
ROBERT:
Richard!
RICK:
Robert!
ROBERT:
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