Ritual!

Bro talking about the bottle gonna come to me

Type shit we on

Yeah
Aye
Uh

I don't even wanna be spiritual,
Baby come preform this ritual
Heard that ya man don't get ya
Trying to hit you and your sister
But that aint even my mission
The money we fucking it up
Baby come party with us
Dreco it came with the nuts
I don't even wanna be spiritual
Baby come preform this ritual
Heard that ya man don't get ya
Trying hit you and your sister
But that aint even my mission
The money we fucking it up
Baby come party with us
Dreco it came with the nuts

Pop this xan my body go numb
Play wit them sticks them k's them drums
White bitch Percocet all on her tongue
Shoving this dick straight down to her lungs
Stay down baby that money gon come
Remember them days we had them crumbs
Remember them days we really had none
Now im feeling like the man or sumn
Excuse my French lil bitch im poppin
Runnin these hours I'm feeling like Jackie
Metal Konami, Sipping on sake
Know that they hating
Never could stop me
Big dog baby you know how we play
Keeping it on me get smoked like vape
Pack from the West it came from the bay
Get to the money like A'ndale
I aint even tripping nigga know I got steppas
Baby you good but you aint nothin special
Team slide through and we bring that pressure
Tryin to get close but we aint going to let her
Walk with a stick, Extended the mag
Youngins be spinning aint using a mask
Fucking ya bitch then give her back
THEY MAD

I don't even wanna be spiritual,
Baby come preform this ritual
Heard that ya man don't get ya
Trying to hit you and your sister
But that aint even my mission
The money we fucking it up
Baby come party with us
Dreco it came with the nuts
I don't even wanna be spiritual
Baby come preform this ritual
Heard that ya man don't get ya
Trying hit you and your sister
But that aint even my mission
The money we fucking it up
Baby come party with us
Dreco it came with the nuts



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Writer(s): Sean Parker
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