Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rico, artist - MellowHype. Album song BlackenedWhite, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 11.07.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fat Possum
Song language: English
Rico |
We in the studio |
I said, we in the studio |
Is this mic on? |
Check, check |
I’m thankful for my position I was given in life |
Cause I know some people living who ain’t living this life |
Read about starved children who ain’t eating this right |
Drug lords declare war, selling cheaper the price |
Stunting dummy drug money, yeah them sneakers is nice |
Get your swag from the blacks selling bags of the white |
Niggas can’t get a job, so we self-employed |
If the coppers come a-knocking, we gon' help that boy |
Bail money, welcome back home out of jail money |
White girl pale money, sunny when we sell money |
See seashell money, we sell money |
Rain, hail money, heaven what the hell money |
Dusty paper, stale money, I thought they restricted it |
Did for most people but we out here getting it |
Bunch of hands under her dress, we get the feeling that she’s faded |
And she’s willing screaming Wolf Gang, whip me off, get me off |
The sex, it turns to children, then the children turn to villains |
Villain wolves screaming kill them all, fuck 'em all |
And that go for anybody that come around here, that ain’t from around here |
Ho, you too, you ain’t special, Wolf Gang kill them all, fuck 'em all |
She handles herself with class |
She got a nice ass but she can’t run no games on me |
She claim to like the stores and the clothes |
Jeans bleached with the holes, but she can’t get my bank homie |
Too smart is no good, if she smart for no good |
It’s so good, she can’t flaunt her thing on me |
She can be full of swag, drive a Jag |
Poppin' tags on the Ave but she can’t get her cake from me |
That sounded like the hook I threw at her and the swag I reeled her in |
Said she came to feel me in, when she really came to fill me in |
Like baby what’s the deal with it? |
Seem to be attracted |
By the fiancee and finance that no wifey concealin' it |
Dealin' with life’s shuffle, then fold |
Dippin' with the duffles I hold, if we are a couple, let’s go |
To the place where we lead in the life to some sleep |
Bring the pipe, blow the weed, punchlines to be received |