Ayy, Rick and Daddy, baby
Bitch can't call my phone no more, she blocked, she say I'm sassy
Told that hoe , don't play with me, play with your baby daddy
You know that it's summertime, My shirt off in this scatty
Yeah, lil' mama fine, but I'ma let her walk right past me
My cameraman the sickest, but I don't think he sick as me
Motherf*ck the rules, we throw a party and in this BnB
Shots of tequila, I might mix it with this Hennessy
She say she get freaky off that liquor, shid let me see
I'm a Libra, baby it don't weigh up and then I'm gone
I won't beg for no hoe, I'm quick to leave her ass alone
Shout my nigga C, this TSL what I got on
You can probably see I'm high as hell, I'm out my dome
Ain't drop in so long, I'm finna come back like I'm Jordan
45 on my hip, I let it rip, this bitch retarded
Please dont disrespect me , I'm not a rapper, I'm an artist
If I need a visual , I tell the sickest to record it
You ain't built, you ain't cut, you ain't fresh as I'm is
You ain't tippin' on 4-4 with four hoes in the Benz
You ain't have em at the condo beggin' to get in
Lollygaggin' like what's happenin', so turnt up, know they hear it
They say you ain't get no money, my shit just camouflage
I been searchin' for a thicki so we can have menage
Got this baddie rubbing on me till that hoe touch my rod
N****s tryna ride the wave, but they green pull they card
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Ayy, Rick and Daddy, baby
Bitch can't call my phone no more, she blocked, she say I'm sassy
Told that hoe , don't play with me, play with your baby daddy
You know that it's summertime, My shirt off in this scatty
Yeah, lil' mama fine, but I'ma let her walk right past me
My cameraman the sickest, but I don't think he sick as me
Motherf*ck the rules, we throw a party and in this BnB
Shots of tequila, I might mix it with this Hennessy
She say she get freaky off that liquor, shid let me see
I'm a Libra, baby it don't weigh up and then I'm gone
I won't beg for no hoe, I'm quick to leave her ass alone
Shout my nigga C, this TSL what I got on
You can probably see I'm high as hell, I'm out my dome
Ain't drop in so long, I'm finna come back like I'm Jordan
45 on my hip, I let it rip, this bitch retarded
Please dont disrespect me , I'm not a rapper, I'm an artist
If I need a visual , I tell the sickest to record it
You ain't built, you ain't cut, you ain't fresh as I'm is
You ain't tippin' on 4-4 with four hoes in the Benz
You ain't have em at the condo beggin' to get in
Lollygaggin' like what's happenin', so turnt up, know they hear it
They say you ain't get no money, my shit just camouflage
I been searchin' for a thicki so we can have menage
Got this baddie rubbing on me till that hoe touch my rod
N****s tryna ride the wave, but they green pull they card
Bitch can't call my phone no more, she blocked, she say I'm sassy
Told that hoe , don't play with me, play with your baby daddy
You know that it's summertime, My shirt off in this scatty
Yeah, lil' mama fine, but I'ma let her walk right past me
My cameraman the sickest, but I don't think he sick as me
Motherf*ck the rules, we throw a party and in this BnB
Shots of tequila, I might mix it with this Hennessy
She say she get freaky off that liquor, shid let me see
I'm a Libra, baby it don't weigh up and then I'm gone
I won't beg for no hoe, I'm quick to leave her ass alone
Shout my nigga C, this TSL what I got on
You can probably see I'm high as hell, I'm out my dome
Ain't drop in so long, I'm finna come back like I'm Jordan
45 on my hip, I let it rip, this bitch retarded
Please dont disrespect me , I'm not a rapper, I'm an artist
If I need a visual , I tell the sickest to record it
You ain't built, you ain't cut, you ain't fresh as I'm is
You ain't tippin' on 4-4 with four hoes in the Benz
You ain't have em at the condo beggin' to get in
Lollygaggin' like what's happenin', so turnt up, know they hear it
They say you ain't get no money, my shit just camouflage
I been searchin' for a thicki so we can have menage
Got this baddie rubbing on me till that hoe touch my rod
N****s tryna ride the wave, but they green pull they card
Writer: George Burns IV
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