Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Key Lime OG, artist - Rico Nasty. Date of issue: 25.01.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Key Lime OG |
| Rico, Rico, Rico, Rico |
| Who is Mike going crazy |
| Aye |
| I just went to Benihana (Benihana) |
| And I’m smoking sheets and funnel (smoking sheets and funnel) |
| You a wannabe, who wanna be (woah) |
| I’m only 'bout the commas (yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| See me in the street on any day |
| I’m really 'bout that drama (haha, yeah) |
| And you know I keep the heat on me |
| Ain’t talkin' bout the summer (ain't talkin' 'bout the summer) |
| Smoking Key Lime OG (what?) |
| And this car got two seats (it got two seats) |
| When I hop out it dank |
| You can smell it on me (you can smell it on me) |
| Handle that shit myself |
| I ain’t gon' call police (huh, what?) |
| Keep that bitch on a leash (woah) |
| Or keep that bitch from 'round me |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Walkin' with' a attitude like what’s the problem? |
| (what's the problem hoe?) |
| I don’t hang with DMX I’m with some (huh?) Ruff Ryders |
| Gas got me high as shit but no, I ain’t the pilot (I ain’t the huh?) |
| I’m the whole meal you hangin' (huh?) with a whole biter (yeah) |
| I was hustling when these niggas was wearing Spyder (huh?) |
| And I’m servin' like I’m workin' in a fuckin' diner (yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| Bitch I been the flame, I just need a lighter (need a lighter) |
| I’m a doer all these bitches lookin' like some mighters (yeah) |
| With the touch I got the Midas (I got the Midas) |
| Drinkin' Ace of Spades, you drinkin' apple cider (apple cider) |
| When I see that hoe, I’ma fuckin' fight her (I'ma fuckin' fight her) |
| Mike Tyson (huh?), I’ma fuckin' bite her (bitch, yuh) |
| Huh, shit! |
| Where my lighter? |
| (where my lighter?) |
| I know that I’ll be the best, Ion need no title (ion need no title) |
| Walk up in the ring, who my fuckin' rival? |
| (who my rival?) |
| Nigga fuck that, go grab the rifle (huh, huh, yeah) |
| Spray the champagne, my nigga’s get to wildin' (woah, yeah!) |
| Got your bitch mad, she saying we childish (yeah, huh, yeah) |
| I’m just tryna flex on anyone who doubt it (woah, woah, woah) |
| Your jewelry fake boy, it’s lookin' real cloudy (Rico, Rico, yeah) |
| I’m fresh to death, my outfit 'bout to have a bounty (Sugar Trap, Rico, yeah!) |
| Walk up in the club, they don’t pat down me (huh, yeah, yeah) |
| I’m gettin' money while these bitches out here lounging (yeah, woah, yeah) |
| Been workin' all week, my bank account astounding |
| Sm-smoking Key Lime OG (OG) |
| And this car got two seats (two seats) |
| When-when I hop out it dank (it dank) |
| You-you can smell it on me (on me) |
| Handle that shit myself (myself) |
| I ain’t gon' call police (police) |
| Keep that bitch on a leash (leash) |
| Or keep that bitch from 'round me (from round me) |
| Sm-smoking Key Lime OG (OG) |
| And this car got two seats (two seats) |
| When-when I hop out it dank (it dank) |
| You-you can smell it on me (on me) |
| Handle that shit myself (myself) |
| I ain’t gon' call police (police) |
| Keep that bitch on a leash (keep that bitch) |
| Or keep that bitch from 'round me (Yuh) |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Smoking Key Lime OG |
| And this car got two seats (Rico) |
| When I hop out it dank |
| You can smell it on me (on me) |
| Handle that (Rico) shit myself (Rico, Rico, Rico, Rico) |
| I ain’t gon' call police (when I hop out) |
| Keep that bitch on a leash (woah) |
| Yeah, yeah |