Lyrics:
Sauce on drizzle
Don`t miss my drift
Her fat ass on the kitchen counter
By the faucet she drip
Rick James with the attitude
She a cold blooded bitch
OK, I'm reloaded (Ain't expect this)
The homey, Elvis Freshly (Uh huh) and Rick Ross-teen (Nigga)
He Back (I see ya, nigga)
I'm back (I smell that
ain't talking Rick James But I'm Rich Bitch
When the going got tough Never Forfeit
Got my business all straight moving corporate
Some think I slang cane
Clinton, Bill Clinton
Chris Farley, Chris Rock, Bob Marley
Rick James, knew how to throw a party
"Smoke some weed!" (Who else?)
Snoop Dogg, all the way
grabbed him by the coat
[ CHORUS ]
Baby
Don't try to save me
People
Just let me be
Fucker
I'm not your brother
Step back
Rick James, respect that
[ Slug ]
but I just cant help it
Myself esteem is even higher when im walking with you
You give me fire and desire
Like Tina Marie and Rick James do
I don't care
love with you
Now I realized why Rick James fucked with you
Since I said "I Do" I never cheated on you
Even when your sister-sis came through
I ain't
Okay, I'm reloaded
The homey, Elvis Presley and Rick Ross teen
Be back, I'm back
I'm back, I'm back
It's nowhere to go
I'm talkin' Japanese
Bane
I was born in the darkness like Rick James
Bitch, sippin' scotch with Chappelle after the Grammys
Said them countries wasn't shit holes, they
are a couple 69ing
It's like Rick James is shooting up your house, nigga
Fuck yo' couch, nigga
You screamin', "Fuck the world!" with your middle
slidin' in my slips like
I'm Rick James' freak, freak
I'm havin' fun with ya son, uh
Ain't twenty-one, tell 'em don't
Need to come, uh
Way too young to get
the brand of the d that he on
How come he do what he wanna neva' do what we want
I'm Rick James of this game
Need some wide leather couch for me to plant
I'll leave these dummies in a daydream
I've been on my shit since I was eighteen
James Dean in the scene I'm young in the game
Page three I'm making love
cryin but I just cant help it
Myself esteem is even higher when im walking with you
You give me fire and desire
Like Tina Marie and Rick James do
I don't
the way I ride
While I'm bumpin' My Life by Mary J. Blige
See I damn near cried day Rick James died
See that shit was cold blooded but the music keep
goes out to my money earnin Mount Vernon crew
J. Daddy, James Huff, Pete Rock, Nick Love
Trak Boogie, and my man Chris Hughley
(You've got a)
with a chinchilla
I ball on these fuck niggas, Bron-Bron, D Wade
Whip white like cocaine, too dope, Rick James
I'm hardbody, my flow sick, that Eagle
painless
Cock back with the steel that's stainless
Give up all that shit
Say them words so slick
You would think Rick James had sang this
It's still a full
the money
I don't want the fame
I speak like Obama
Produce like ye
Footwork James brown
And I'm loved like Rick James
I'm wise like Baldwin
Know God Like
BEGAN
NOT RICK, BUT I SPIT, HELLA SLICK
AND I SHIT, ON YOUR LYRICS
LIKE I'M RICK JAMES BITCH
SLAP THE SHIT FROM YOUR LIPS
FUCK YO' COUCH
FUCK THEM BITCH
are a couple 69ing
It's like Rick James is shooting up your house, nigga
Fuck yo' couch, nigga
You screamin', "Fuck the world!" with your middle
Insane In The Brain
Rick James In The Veins
Real Niggas Never Change
And Though We Homies And We No Longer Hang
You Know You Know Me And That Love
tryna be a hero
Rick James, bitch, in the mink coat
Act surprised, even though you know I been cold
Say you miss me, even though you say it in code
she love me but I know she selling dreams
Told me that she love me, she just wanna join the team
Baby this is Rick Owens mix it with Celine
You ever
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