Lyrics Rick Rubin - Jimi Tents

Rick Rubin

Shorty.
I’m tryna fuck in that Bentley
Caught top in that Buick
Don’t stop til I say it
Not a drop on my ksubi’s
We ain’t dating we cooling
Hoes ask & I’m clueless
Bitch I do it to the def (jam)
Like a nigga rick Rubin (like who)
Like that nigga rick Rubin (who)
Like that nigga rick Rue
Bitch I do it to the def (Jam)
Like that nigga Rick who (Damn)
Like a nigga rick Ru-Bun
Like a nigga rick Rue (Yup)
Like a nigga rick Ru-Bun
Like that nigga Rick (Oww)
Cool.
So cold
I don’t know what to do
Hoes on me
I don’t know what to do
Phone ringing
I don’t know who that was
Now a days
Every nigga the plug
Forgiato’s on a hoopty?
You bugging
If you ain’t stuntin
You ain’t doing it right
Half the time niggas
Doing it ehhh
Check the stats
Niggas bump me in traffic
Round the globe
Bitch I’m back & I’m active
Everybody wanna piece of the pie
Kissed my home & my city goodbye
Told myself, man go out & go get it
Ain’t nobody finna give u a check
One half want it all round my neck
Other half wanna open a business
Shit I’m smart, dumb, young & conflicted
Like Uncle Russ
In the cut
With the rush card
Bitch I’m clean
Check the jeans
These ain’t phat farm
Heard you threw a subliminal
Feeling smooth & invincible
Met ya bitch in a Starbucks
Had her nude in my living room
99 problems, ain’t 1
All I’m round is my day 1's
Said I feel like rick Rue
Hammock life wit ya bae or sumn
Please don’t worry bout my whereabouts
Dropping gems all I care about
Saw a nigga grow the hair out
Now it’s time to grow the beard out
Shorty.
I’m tryna fuck in that Bentley
Caught top in that Buick
Don’t stop til I say it
Not a drop on my ksubi’s
We ain’t dating we cooling
Hoes ask & I’m clueless
Bitch I do it to the def (jam)
Like a nigga rick Rubin (like who)
Like that nigga rick Rubin (who)
Like that nigga rick Rue
Bitch I do it to the def (Jam)
Like that nigga Rick who (Damn)
Like a nigga rick Ru-Bun
Like a nigga rick Rue (Yup)
Like a nigga rick Ru-Bun
Like that nigga Rick (Oww)
Damn that boy to beastie
Ladies love me like Elvis
Ladies love me like LL
You on tour
And can’t sell shit
Here to stay
Leave a mark
Til I’m grey
He the shark
Overlord over overboard
Going off no accord
Ghetto boy moving red hot
I need bands not a slipknot
We ain’t friends
We ain’t shit.
stop
Took ya chick
Made a pitstop
I can slayer
I can slayer
Move the belt
Like conveyors
Knock it out
See ya later
Send her back
Good behavior
Then it’s back to the business
Money plays all I think about
400 M’s
Every now & then
Got me wishing we could trade bank accounts
Ben frank where ya at
BK on the Map
Whole squad wit the real ness
Can a nigga get a witness
Shorty.
I’m tryna fuck in that Bentley
Caught top in that Buick
Don’t stop til I say it
Not a drop on my ksubi’s
We ain’t dating we cooling
Hoes ask & I’m clueless
Bitch I do it to the def (jam)
Like a nigga Rick Rubin (like who)
Like that nigga Rick Rubin (who)
Like that nigga Rick Rue
Bitch I do it to the def (Jam)
Like that nigga Rick who (Damn)
Like a nigga rick Ru-Bun
Like a nigga rick Rue (Yup)
Like a nigga rick Ru-Bun
Like that nigga Rick (Oww)