Lyrics Riri Thick - Ian Ewing, SUN Blvd

Riri Thick

Tell him that I’m sorry, but he be so belated
Guess I coulda waited but by then be way too lated
I didn’t get back to that, get back to that paper chase
Flyin' out on thick jeans
Eatin' good, Riri-thick, ass fat in my jeans
Genes good, and they say mama didn’t raise no fool
So what that look like, me being a fool for you?
You got them jokes, boy, read the cards wrong like Steve Harvey
Call Tyrone before you
Just a thing, if you wanna (I'ma get back to that)
In my corners, in my pocket (In my pocket)
Just a thing if you wanna (Wanna)
Get back to that (Corners)
In my pocket
Just a thing, if you wanna (I'ma get back to that)
In my corners, in my pocket (In my pocket)
Just a thing if you wanna (Wanna)
Get back to that (Corners)
In my pocket
Pocket (Pocket)
Pocket (Pocket)
Just a thing if you wanna
Just a thing if you wanna
Just a thing, if you wanna (I'ma get back to that)
In my corners, in my pocket (In my pocket)
Just a thing if you wanna (Wanna)
Get back to that (Corners)
In my pocket
Just a thing, if you wanna (I'ma get back to that)
In my corners, in my pocket (In my pocket)
Just a thing if you wanna (Wanna)
Get back to that (Corners)
In my pocket
Aww, shit