Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ricky, artist - Meek Mill. Album song Cream, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.07.2015
Record label: Velocity
Song language: English
Ricky |
Chopsquad |
How many of y’all niggas wanna go against me? |
We kill all you mothafuckin' haters |
You know how long it took me to get here and y’all niggas still talkin'? |
R.I.P. |
to Lil Snupe |
You wanna see a dead body, come roll with Ricky |
My wrist and neck cost a Bugatti, I’m smokin' sticky |
They think I’m in Illuminati, thought that I was sinnin' |
Shit, all them years that I was starvin', and now I’m filthy |
I wanna see my haters dead, talkin' bloody murder |
Cause when it’s beef I give 'em bread and make a fucking burger |
And every time I hear 'em shooting, I get fucking nervous |
We put them Ghosts back to back, it look like fucking hearses |
Killing niggas, kill them all, funeral stickers |
Lord please forgive them they not know what I do to these niggas |
Be with pirañas in the water to chew through these niggas |
They killed my homie we came back and hit two of them niggas |
Lord, please forgive them they not know |
Lord, please forgive them they not know |
Lord, please forgive them they not know |
And when we hit them bless their souls |
The devil coming and I seen it |
We fear Allah only I mean it |
And Inshallah my soul the cleanest |
Committed sins and I redeemed it |
Lord please forgive them they not know (we let 'em go if they not know) |
Lord please forgive them they not know (we let 'em go if they not know) |
Lord please forgive them they not know (we let 'em go if they not know) |
And when we hit them bless they souls (lord) |
I done seen the motherfucking reaper standing over me |
Momma crying like «You gotta change your life son. |
You got death on you and |
shit.» |
I’m like, «Damn!» |
you hip? |
I’m like I’m about to die but I don’t know when |
I just know I’m about to die soon, you hip? |
Like this motherfucker just came and gave me a visit |
Look in my eyes, what do you see? |
Heart of a killer I pull up they looking surprised, what could it be? |
Is it the money, the hoes, I’m feeling the vibe, I’m still in the streets |
And shoutout to niggas that’s still on my side cause niggas capisce |
So it’s any means necessary, no love not in February |
They gave my dawg life so he come home like a Nevuary |
Was never scary I hit the lights and say, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary |
Lately, I been lurking where the reaper creeping we been creeping |
Hit a nigga 20 times, leave him sleeping, see him leaking, we the reason |
He was fresh to death like it was Easter weekend |
Mama selling dinner platters when that boy got hit with ladders |
No insurance, no informants, close the case |
Open casket I’m like how they closed his face |
And I got cake and I can’t lie I cannot wait to stop back by and set y’all |
straight |
Lord, please forgive them they not know |
Lord, please forgive them they not know |
Lord, please forgive them they not know |
And when we hit them bless they souls |
The devil coming and I seen it |
We fear Allah only I mean it |
And Inshallah my soul the cleanest |
Committed sins and I redeemed it |
Lord please forgive them they not know (let them go if they not know) |
Lord please forgive them they not know (let them go if they not know) |
Lord please forgive them they not know (let them go if they not know) |
And when we hit them bless they souls |