| Rico, Rico, Rico, Rico
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| Who is Mike going crazy
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| Aye
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| I just went to Benihana (Benihana)
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| And I’m smoking sheets and funnel (smoking sheets and funnel)
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| You a wannabe, who wanna be (woah)
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| I’m only 'bout the commas (yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| See me in the street on any day
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| I’m really 'bout that drama (haha, yeah)
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| And you know I keep the heat on me
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| Ain’t talkin' bout the summer (ain't talkin' 'bout the summer)
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| Smoking Key Lime OG (what?)
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| And this car got two seats (it got two seats)
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| When I hop out it dank
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| You can smell it on me (you can smell it on me)
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| Handle that shit myself
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| I ain’t gon' call police (huh, what?)
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| Keep that bitch on a leash (woah)
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| Or keep that bitch from 'round me
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Walkin' with' a attitude like what’s the problem? |
| (what's the problem hoe?)
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| I don’t hang with DMX I’m with some (huh?) Ruff Ryders
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| Gas got me high as shit but no, I ain’t the pilot (I ain’t the huh?)
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| I’m the whole meal you hangin' (huh?) with a whole biter (yeah)
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| I was hustling when these niggas was wearing Spyder (huh?)
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| And I’m servin' like I’m workin' in a fuckin' diner (yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| Bitch I been the flame, I just need a lighter (need a lighter)
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| I’m a doer all these bitches lookin' like some mighters (yeah)
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| With the touch I got the Midas (I got the Midas)
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| Drinkin' Ace of Spades, you drinkin' apple cider (apple cider)
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| When I see that hoe, I’ma fuckin' fight her (I'ma fuckin' fight her)
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| Mike Tyson (huh?), I’ma fuckin' bite her (bitch, yuh)
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| Huh, shit! |
| Where my lighter? |
| (where my lighter?)
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| I know that I’ll be the best, Ion need no title (ion need no title)
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| Walk up in the ring, who my fuckin' rival? |
| (who my rival?)
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| Nigga fuck that, go grab the rifle (huh, huh, yeah)
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| Spray the champagne, my nigga’s get to wildin' (woah, yeah!)
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| Got your bitch mad, she saying we childish (yeah, huh, yeah)
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| I’m just tryna flex on anyone who doubt it (woah, woah, woah)
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| Your jewelry fake boy, it’s lookin' real cloudy (Rico, Rico, yeah)
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| I’m fresh to death, my outfit 'bout to have a bounty (Sugar Trap, Rico, yeah!)
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| Walk up in the club, they don’t pat down me (huh, yeah, yeah)
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| I’m gettin' money while these bitches out here lounging (yeah, woah, yeah)
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| Been workin' all week, my bank account astounding
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| Sm-smoking Key Lime OG (OG)
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| And this car got two seats (two seats)
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| When-when I hop out it dank (it dank)
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| You-you can smell it on me (on me)
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| Handle that shit myself (myself)
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| I ain’t gon' call police (police)
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| Keep that bitch on a leash (leash)
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| Or keep that bitch from 'round me (from round me)
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| Sm-smoking Key Lime OG (OG)
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| And this car got two seats (two seats)
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| When-when I hop out it dank (it dank)
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| You-you can smell it on me (on me)
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| Handle that shit myself (myself)
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| I ain’t gon' call police (police)
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| Keep that bitch on a leash (keep that bitch)
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| Or keep that bitch from 'round me (Yuh)
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Smoking Key Lime OG
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| And this car got two seats (Rico)
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| When I hop out it dank
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| You can smell it on me (on me)
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| Handle that (Rico) shit myself (Rico, Rico, Rico, Rico)
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| I ain’t gon' call police (when I hop out)
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| Keep that bitch on a leash (woah)
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| Yeah, yeah |