Search results for 'sleep wit me by pretty ricky' Page #10

Fuck that nigga dat made yo beat my shit by Meexhie
Nigga I can't do nun for free can't talk to me bout no feature
Don't try me like no rapper I

Toolz of the Trade

Boot Camp Clik

Triple Threat

2009

black, well-done beef cooker

My tre-eighty kept me crazy Dunn, she had me whipped
In the whip high, riding by, ready ta spit
She like to talk shit,

selling drugs, you little mouse, Mickey
I'm smokin', too, riding and death riding wit me
Caught a opp lacking, he dun' helped my semi

I'm rollin' wit

I don't want relations I just want to fuck
Let's put these little niggas in they place
I like these pretty bitches cause they face
He think he me that

Long nights i been out here on go
Leopard print trench tuckin the pole
New foreign i be switching the keys
A birdie told me i look good by the stove

The Boss

Rick Ross

Trilla [Clean]

2008

rain (rain), and I'ma make it back (back)
You are just a lame lil' homie, that's a fact
Workin wit the police, actin like you know me
Fresh out

you my nigga I change her yea mystique
Pretty bitch who be on fleek walking on pretty ass feet
Towards me she screaming horsly when on my horsey
Porches

Getting money gotta get a degree
A bad bitch I need yeah Georgia peach
She getting on her knees and suck me to sleep
Trying to bust down your wrist

MOSES
WHUT YOU SUPPOSE MISS
I BE WIT THE FEELAS PUFFIN L'S EVERY DAY OF THE WEEK
ME FREAK TAH AN PRETTY LOU AN THE SPIGG 
DIGGIN DEEP DOWN INTO THE GRAVE

In a world full of sheep I'm a billy goat
And I'm from the Soufside like my twinski
She wanna fuck me cus she know I'm having plenty
Wasn't rockin wit

time I see my name inda charts 
Surrounded by gs, like a Gucci scarf 
I'm Van goph wit these bars I put pain in 
My art I'm artist, jus perfectin

hundred nigga what the fuck
Spent ten thousand nigga what the fuck
This perc got me nauseous nigga what the fuck
These mainline Ricky kicks not no chucks
He

used to speak with me eye to eye
Is losing sleep over junkies
Who wouldn't offer no reply
Cuz they tryna act sly
I guess you'll make me out to be the bad

mi, (gal)
bubble fi mi, lawd
And me say if the titty pretty pretty titty get a hickey
Me nuh Pretty Ricky, me nuh licky, dicky fi di kitty
Shoob it inna

leave that bitch anemic (cold)
Me and Dave East, nigga, that's what we wit'
Harlem thirties with that LBC shit
Paper what we get, avoidin' the preset

Can't trust nobody
Can't trust nobody
Can't trust nobody

Can't trust nobody I
Can't trust nobody I
We in the party
Wit that Ricky Bobby
Might fuck around

(Chorus) Looking fly like Pretty Ricky 
I can see that she wanna get JIGGY JIGGY  eh 
In the morning licky licky 
Leave a gal no choice but to pull

a damn
I baby these niggas, like cat & on sam
Got demons by me and they ready to blame
Crushin' these hoes, like yea they a spam
(Don't fuck with that

Connected

Mobb Deep

Duces n' Trays: The Old Fashioned Way

2001

on
Fuck pretty, come gritty when we bring the noise
Big boys play wit keeps when we bring the toys
Wet T-shirts, we search to put in work, 'cause
Come

with a K so fluent
7, 7.62 yo way make a movie Ricky
Leave yo momma and yo brother feeling ruined Haha
With the pain in me grew it
The hatred

I felt like life want never end
Being dead how I'm gone live
So I sin an I sin again
Send that boy home just for pitching In
Got me wit rick
I guess

Family Reunion

Portishead

Ill Poetic Presents: Mood Muzik's Third

2008

Ain't nobody tryna rap or play me
I'll be at they crib wit a couple hammers and a black OAV
Black gon' pay me still get the smack on Baisly
'Cause I'm

I just poured a deuce in a shasta
If you play wit big mook and it’s biggie who popped ya
Don’t got a pole den he drop ya
Member she had me block like

sleep and I'm awake
I'm starving for love and you already ate
And now you don't want to feed me
I'm starting to think you don't believe in me
And that's