Beatlejuice III
"Beetlejuice"
"Beetlejuice"
Yea I'm sitting pretty but I ain't no Pretty Flacko
The name is Richard Ritch but to my Vatos its Ricardo
You talkin shit again I smash yo head with a fuckin bottle
They looking up to me now but I ain't no role model
Rollin wit a couple pounds and that strap right by the ounce
If the police pull me over I ain't ever comin out
But ay salute to all my soldjas out their slinging all them rounds
They bring a hundred million roses if we get put in the ground
They said we couldn't do dat shit but they cant stop us now
Got some rifles with some lasers if you clowns are really down
I take my shots without a chaser cuz I know they staying down
Hear them barking like the major
Ring like 3 phones and a pager
Bro that shit more like some tap water ain't no ice
See how all that fuckin money got that bitch actin right
Better let that pussy go if that shit ain't tight
That shit look like some Arbys like some roast beef, yikes
Lil mami want some coco we got pounds on deck
They call me Rico and I'm loco might just pull that tech
Beetlejuice is going psycho crazy for that check
Beetlejuice is going psycho crazy for that check
Lil mami want some coco we got pounds on deck
They call me Rico and I'm loco might just pull that tech
Beetlejuice is going psycho crazy for that check
Beetlejuice is going psycho crazy for that check
Yea they say mischief is my mistress
And my mental state is twisted
We rage against the system
And go viscous with the swiftness
I'm ambitious and sadistic
And my bitches so persistence
She suck me so consistent
Said said my nut is so delicious
I'm super superstitious
But let's keep it realistic
My existence is a witness
To this crime I call my business
I made it quite some distance
Came from washing dirty dishes
Boy If you keep cappin ima pop you like a xanax
Told my other bitch to grab the pistol out her spandex
Pussy I ain't scared of shit I get right up in your face
I just made another hit tell me can you feel the bass
Ima make a dollar off whatever's in my hand
Call that a rap or some crack or a strap or a xan
Come in talkin all that shit and that shit gettin popped
I got more hoes on the way so the party ain't gon stop
"Beetlejuice"
Yea I'm sitting pretty but I ain't no Pretty Flacko
The name is Richard Ritch but to my Vatos its Ricardo
You talkin shit again I smash yo head with a fuckin bottle
They looking up to me now but I ain't no role model
Rollin wit a couple pounds and that strap right by the ounce
If the police pull me over I ain't ever comin out
But ay salute to all my soldjas out their slinging all them rounds
They bring a hundred million roses if we get put in the ground
They said we couldn't do dat shit but they cant stop us now
Got some rifles with some lasers if you clowns are really down
I take my shots without a chaser cuz I know they staying down
Hear them barking like the major
Ring like 3 phones and a pager
Bro that shit more like some tap water ain't no ice
See how all that fuckin money got that bitch actin right
Better let that pussy go if that shit ain't tight
That shit look like some Arbys like some roast beef, yikes
Lil mami want some coco we got pounds on deck
They call me Rico and I'm loco might just pull that tech
Beetlejuice is going psycho crazy for that check
Beetlejuice is going psycho crazy for that check
Lil mami want some coco we got pounds on deck
They call me Rico and I'm loco might just pull that tech
Beetlejuice is going psycho crazy for that check
Beetlejuice is going psycho crazy for that check
Yea they say mischief is my mistress
And my mental state is twisted
We rage against the system
And go viscous with the swiftness
I'm ambitious and sadistic
And my bitches so persistence
She suck me so consistent
Said said my nut is so delicious
I'm super superstitious
But let's keep it realistic
My existence is a witness
To this crime I call my business
I made it quite some distance
Came from washing dirty dishes
Boy If you keep cappin ima pop you like a xanax
Told my other bitch to grab the pistol out her spandex
Pussy I ain't scared of shit I get right up in your face
I just made another hit tell me can you feel the bass
Ima make a dollar off whatever's in my hand
Call that a rap or some crack or a strap or a xan
Come in talkin all that shit and that shit gettin popped
I got more hoes on the way so the party ain't gon stop
Credits
Writer(s): Alec Stephens
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