Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rick James, artist - Nines. Album song One Foot In, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.12.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Rick James |
If You Need Ammy From Pens To Bricks In Weed Baggies |
Rap Fans Mad At Me But The Feens Happy |
Told My Nigga Come Quick, The Packs Are Fluff, I Swear This O’s Won’t Fit In |
Your Plastic Cup |
And Then She Came Through The Base, Then I Backed It Up |
Me And Bunz Soon Come Through In Matching Trucks |
Skrapz’s Last Show, He Had A Convoy Of 20 Whips |
You Was Moving Like You Hate Stairs Tryna Get A Lift |
Bopping Down The Wing Like I Ain’t Fuckin' With The Gym |
TT Greece |
Tell Your Man Holla For A Ting |
Should Seen The Way He Was On Me To Take My Pinky You’d Think He’s Tryna Rob Me |
For My Ring |
A Nigga Put A Finger On Me Then His Mums Dead |
New Strap Came With Two Bodies On It Like A Bunk Bed |
Used To Watch Cow And Chicken, Now I’m Flippin |
Pyrex Powder Whipping, Got It While I’m Spitting Tell Me How I’m Slipping |
This Ain’t No Game, This Ain’t Like The Sims |
I’m Hot So I Got To Change Up My Lyca Sims |
In The Bath So Saying Gucci |
In My Yard Getting A Massage From A Groupie |
Watching Paid In Full But It’s Half Of The Movie |
Turn It Of When Rico Starts Getting Bookie |
You Got 14 Bricks Right There? |
Who’s You Off… A? |
Yeah Man But Look B, Once We Get My Little Brother Man We Right The Fuck Back |
On Baby. |
We Right The Fuck Back On When I Get Sonny. |
It’s Gonna Be Bus… |
Then It’s Back To The Bits I Got Keys To Whip |
Stupid Little Bitch Try Key My Whip |
Ey, Ey, Ey, Ey! |
Don’t Rub On That, You Blot That! |
Ya Understand? |
That’s Alpaca. |
That’s $ 25,000 Alpaca! |
You Blot That Shit! |
You Don’t Rub It, Put The Club Soda On There |
Simple Simon-ass Motherfuckers |
Listen, From Now On, Don’t Nobody Talk To Me Directly! |
You Understand? |
You Got Business With Me, You Talk To Huey! |
It Might Just Look Like Me And Pedz Are Just Sittin' Here But, Every Time My |
Phone Rings I’m Closer To A Millionaire |
Told My Nigga Don’t Borrow Out Your Pedal Bike |
I Lose Weight Every Time That I Sell You Light |
They Saying Broke Like My Rollie Fell |
Connect Drops Me Boxes, We Don’t Own A Scale |
Couple Chicks, I Could Wife A Few Hoes As Well |
Bitch Lost Her Mind If She Thinks Shes My Only Girl |
They Saying I’m Materealistic |
Like I Wasn’t Dropping Jewels But, Clearly They Missed It |
Feds On To Me I Had To Move Base |
You Say You Fly Birds But, Your Stacks Thinner Than A Shoe Lace |
I Built A Counchline, Getting Extra Bread |
So How Can Trapping Be Dead Like What Section Said? |
Money Underneath The Mattress When I Rest My Head |
So I’m Sleeping On P Like I Wet The Bed |