Slick Rick
Frontline I'm a real soldier, Ion ever play, Movie star like Johnny Cage, but I'm still
Tryna pave the way Reminiscing bout them days when everybody
Kept it real Nowadays niggas do the crime and then go and
Squeal, Bet yo ass ain't seen an AK with this 30
Clip attached, Might just hit a triple double cause that's gon
Really up my stats, Tryna score a hat trick cause I ain't really
Had enough Ion gotta show my fye cause I ain't into
Acting tough, All that shit y'all really saying it ain't
Really adding up He talking bout he got some motion but Ion
See him going up, In that pussy like a scuba diver
Got her singing like a choir Killing shit like Michael Myers
Aye Aye Aye (Hol on wait)
And my bitch slim thick shit Call me Slick Rick bitch way I'm on my pimp
Shit Niggas on they simp shit
And my bitch slim thick shit Call me Slick Rick bitch way I'm on my pimp
Shit Niggas on they simp shit
She keep Asking bout my IG
Had to do her like La Melo, lil boy scramble like an egg and then got folded
Like an omelette, Stand on so much fucking business that my
Shoes dont got a crease It's summertime so all the hoes outside they
Screaming skee yeee Who the fuck don let a ratchet hoes get
Signed to record labels Table turned and I don got better, I don
Got cheddar He said he don met his match so how come he
Ain't sparking shit?
Y.S.R the brand i rep exotic gas is what I smoke (Lets go)
In that pussy like a scuba diver Got her singing like a choir
Killing shit like Michael Myers
Aye Aye Aye (Hol on wait)
And my bitch slim thick shit Call me Slick Rick bitch way I'm on my pimp
Shit Niggas on they simp shit
And my bitch slim thick shit Call me Slick Rick bitch way I'm on my pimp
Shit Niggas on they simp shit
Turnt up my swag its kinda different You just gotta pay attention
Niggas steady overlooking Now they steady tryna book me
Cameras lights action You can go ahead and take the pictures
Like Da Vinci I'm just steady tryna paint a bigger picture
They won't listen Now they niggas left up in they fucking feelings
They be mad Man these niggas sad
Man these niggas sad Man they mad
Man these niggas cry Go ahead and cry
Y.S.R all season fuck is they talking bout
Tryna pave the way Reminiscing bout them days when everybody
Kept it real Nowadays niggas do the crime and then go and
Squeal, Bet yo ass ain't seen an AK with this 30
Clip attached, Might just hit a triple double cause that's gon
Really up my stats, Tryna score a hat trick cause I ain't really
Had enough Ion gotta show my fye cause I ain't into
Acting tough, All that shit y'all really saying it ain't
Really adding up He talking bout he got some motion but Ion
See him going up, In that pussy like a scuba diver
Got her singing like a choir Killing shit like Michael Myers
Aye Aye Aye (Hol on wait)
And my bitch slim thick shit Call me Slick Rick bitch way I'm on my pimp
Shit Niggas on they simp shit
And my bitch slim thick shit Call me Slick Rick bitch way I'm on my pimp
Shit Niggas on they simp shit
She keep Asking bout my IG
Had to do her like La Melo, lil boy scramble like an egg and then got folded
Like an omelette, Stand on so much fucking business that my
Shoes dont got a crease It's summertime so all the hoes outside they
Screaming skee yeee Who the fuck don let a ratchet hoes get
Signed to record labels Table turned and I don got better, I don
Got cheddar He said he don met his match so how come he
Ain't sparking shit?
Y.S.R the brand i rep exotic gas is what I smoke (Lets go)
In that pussy like a scuba diver Got her singing like a choir
Killing shit like Michael Myers
Aye Aye Aye (Hol on wait)
And my bitch slim thick shit Call me Slick Rick bitch way I'm on my pimp
Shit Niggas on they simp shit
And my bitch slim thick shit Call me Slick Rick bitch way I'm on my pimp
Shit Niggas on they simp shit
Turnt up my swag its kinda different You just gotta pay attention
Niggas steady overlooking Now they steady tryna book me
Cameras lights action You can go ahead and take the pictures
Like Da Vinci I'm just steady tryna paint a bigger picture
They won't listen Now they niggas left up in they fucking feelings
They be mad Man these niggas sad
Man these niggas sad Man they mad
Man these niggas cry Go ahead and cry
Y.S.R all season fuck is they talking bout
Credits
Writer(s): Stanley Iskawski
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