Rick and Morty
(Aidan Han Beats)
(808 Mafia)
Yeah, ayy
Swimming in my sorrow, don't see nothing for me
I'll text you back tomorrow, and tell you the whole story
Keep a Glock and a .40, named that bitch, "Rick" and "Morty"
Bitch, I'm sick, rich and horny, baby, tell me if you for me
Baby, tell me if you for me, for me, huh
Smoke my weed until it's boring, boring, uh
Sometimes feel like you ignore me
Girl, your eyes seem to allure me
You be mine, be my shawty
Be my side, be my .40 (Yeah)
I don't think you really love me
I just think you wanna fuck
For your love, bae, I'm a dummy
Yeah, I really came from nothing
Niggas, they hate, bitch, well, fuck it, huh, yeah
Oh my, oh my, don't really give a fuck, bitch, huh, yeah
Bitch, I keep a blade on me like Sora
No Dora, but I'm tryna explore ya
Just tryna make you happier, yeah
And my heart is hard to store
Fuck my heart, let it be yours
Fuck my heart, fuck love, fuck whores
Yeah, restart, and then fuck more
Guess I'm settling the score (Ayy)
Swimming in my sorrow, don't see nothing for me
I'll text you back tomorrow, and tell you the whole story
Keep a Glock and a .40, named that bitch, "Rick" and "Morty"
Bitch, I'm sick, rich and horny, baby, tell me if you for me
Baby, tell me if you for me, for me, huh
Smoke my weed until it's boring, boring, uh
Sometimes feel like you ignore me
Girl, your eyes seem to allure me
You be mine, be my shawty
Be my side, be my .40 (Yeah)
Huh, yeah, forty shots, huh, yeah, forty opps
Huh, we gon' spin his block, yeah, my niggas geek a lot
Huh, yeah, shawty say she love me but she tweak a lot
Huh, yeah, I can't love that ho 'cause that bitch sneak a lot
(Huh, yeah) I been getting money, it's gon' add up, add up
Yeah, I been getting sadder and sadder
I think my success making you madder and madder
She said that she love me, it don't matter, it don't matter
Swimming in my sorrow, don't see nothing for me
I'll text you back tomorrow, and tell you the whole story
Keep a Glock and a .40, named that bitch, "Rick" and "Morty"
Bitch, I'm sick, rich and horny, baby, tell me if you for me
Baby, tell me if you for me, for me, huh
Smoke my weed until it's boring, boring, uh
Sometimes feel like you ignore me
Girl, your eyes seem to allure me
You be mine, be my shawty
Be my side, be my .40 (Yeah)
Get a house on the hills but it's haunted
From the memories, they keep on taunting
Thought I told you, my soul has been rotten
Baby, I think you must have forgotten
Yeah, if you love me then say that, don't lie
Don't keep them niggas right up on the side
These niggas hating, they not with the guys
Pull up on him and I'm taking his life
Pull up on him and go doo-doo-doo-fye (Fye)
That pussy boy gonna die (Huh)
And I'm gon' make the scene look clean and paint it suicide, huh
Told my bitch, "Do not cheat on me 'cause if, you gon' die", huh
Sorry, bae, that's how I'm feeling with the drugs inside (Ayyy)
Swimming in my sorrow, don't see nothing for me
I'll text you back tomorrow, and tell you the whole story
Keep a Glock and a .40, named that bitch, "Rick" and "Morty"
Bitch, I'm sick, rich and horny, baby, tell me if you for me
Baby, tell me if you for me, for me, huh
Smoke my weed until it's boring, boring, uh
Sometimes feel like you ignore me
Girl, your eyes seem to allure me
You be mine, be my shawty
Be my side, be my .40 (Yeah)
(808 Mafia)
Yeah, ayy
Swimming in my sorrow, don't see nothing for me
I'll text you back tomorrow, and tell you the whole story
Keep a Glock and a .40, named that bitch, "Rick" and "Morty"
Bitch, I'm sick, rich and horny, baby, tell me if you for me
Baby, tell me if you for me, for me, huh
Smoke my weed until it's boring, boring, uh
Sometimes feel like you ignore me
Girl, your eyes seem to allure me
You be mine, be my shawty
Be my side, be my .40 (Yeah)
I don't think you really love me
I just think you wanna fuck
For your love, bae, I'm a dummy
Yeah, I really came from nothing
Niggas, they hate, bitch, well, fuck it, huh, yeah
Oh my, oh my, don't really give a fuck, bitch, huh, yeah
Bitch, I keep a blade on me like Sora
No Dora, but I'm tryna explore ya
Just tryna make you happier, yeah
And my heart is hard to store
Fuck my heart, let it be yours
Fuck my heart, fuck love, fuck whores
Yeah, restart, and then fuck more
Guess I'm settling the score (Ayy)
Swimming in my sorrow, don't see nothing for me
I'll text you back tomorrow, and tell you the whole story
Keep a Glock and a .40, named that bitch, "Rick" and "Morty"
Bitch, I'm sick, rich and horny, baby, tell me if you for me
Baby, tell me if you for me, for me, huh
Smoke my weed until it's boring, boring, uh
Sometimes feel like you ignore me
Girl, your eyes seem to allure me
You be mine, be my shawty
Be my side, be my .40 (Yeah)
Huh, yeah, forty shots, huh, yeah, forty opps
Huh, we gon' spin his block, yeah, my niggas geek a lot
Huh, yeah, shawty say she love me but she tweak a lot
Huh, yeah, I can't love that ho 'cause that bitch sneak a lot
(Huh, yeah) I been getting money, it's gon' add up, add up
Yeah, I been getting sadder and sadder
I think my success making you madder and madder
She said that she love me, it don't matter, it don't matter
Swimming in my sorrow, don't see nothing for me
I'll text you back tomorrow, and tell you the whole story
Keep a Glock and a .40, named that bitch, "Rick" and "Morty"
Bitch, I'm sick, rich and horny, baby, tell me if you for me
Baby, tell me if you for me, for me, huh
Smoke my weed until it's boring, boring, uh
Sometimes feel like you ignore me
Girl, your eyes seem to allure me
You be mine, be my shawty
Be my side, be my .40 (Yeah)
Get a house on the hills but it's haunted
From the memories, they keep on taunting
Thought I told you, my soul has been rotten
Baby, I think you must have forgotten
Yeah, if you love me then say that, don't lie
Don't keep them niggas right up on the side
These niggas hating, they not with the guys
Pull up on him and I'm taking his life
Pull up on him and go doo-doo-doo-fye (Fye)
That pussy boy gonna die (Huh)
And I'm gon' make the scene look clean and paint it suicide, huh
Told my bitch, "Do not cheat on me 'cause if, you gon' die", huh
Sorry, bae, that's how I'm feeling with the drugs inside (Ayyy)
Swimming in my sorrow, don't see nothing for me
I'll text you back tomorrow, and tell you the whole story
Keep a Glock and a .40, named that bitch, "Rick" and "Morty"
Bitch, I'm sick, rich and horny, baby, tell me if you for me
Baby, tell me if you for me, for me, huh
Smoke my weed until it's boring, boring, uh
Sometimes feel like you ignore me
Girl, your eyes seem to allure me
You be mine, be my shawty
Be my side, be my .40 (Yeah)
Credits
Writer(s): Aidan Han, Jacob Noah Timmons, Alex Theesfield
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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