ricky

Rick Owen fashion days when I wasn't having
I'd do anything to cop balenciaga bag,
I don't like to talk to my girl, text me when she mad
I don't like to link with hoes, cause they all go out bad

All my brothers smokin' dope
All my brothers all in trouble
We all tryna make our way, but some how we all
Fuck, all my brothers blowin' dope
All my brothers came from nothin
We all tryna make our way
So somehow we all stay in trouble
Yeah, uh, uh, uh

Days I would broke, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Days they used to laugh, but now who get the last one
Hell cat, I go hop in one, uh, uh, uh, uh
Push the gas, Rick Owen's fashion days
I wasn't havin' shit
I'd do anything to make my way
They didn't used to fuck with Lil' Kareem
But now that boy GoJuney, they gon' pay him

Which one do you want
Which one do you need
Do you think it's heat
Do you like my kicks

Would you cop my fit
I don't give a fuck about neither
Whole time talkin' bout team
Whole time I'm the leader

Whole time think I need you
Pull up in a new drop knowing I'll flip
All I know is save
Gave my brother plates

All I know is pave
I showed them the way
Rick Owen fashion
Oh, yeah, oh

All I want is a blue strip
Pop out with my uh
Step out like my daddy
Rick Owen fashion

These bitches gettin' nasty
SRT I'm smashing'
I ain't cuffin' shit im passin
I'm not used to havin

So I had to have it
Spend a week in Paris
I fell in love with fashion
Rick Owen fashion

These niggas gettin' nasty
Came up on some new shit
Boy, that be them blue tip

Rick Owen fashion days when I wasn't having
I'd do anything to cop balenciaga bag,
I don't like to talk to my girl, text me when she mad
I don't like to link with hoes, cause they all go out bad

All my brothers smokin' dope
All my brothers all in trouble
We all tryna make our way, but some how we all
Fuck, all my brothers blowin' dope
All my brothers came from nothin
We all tryna make our way
So somehow we all stay in trouble



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Writer(s): Kareem Bennett, Deterius Young
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