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it's your time - federici lyrics

ritch on the block now
you b*tches gonna feel me
you heard that right

(chorus)
b*tch im a psycho
imma win you with the formula
it’s gettin hot but it ain’t beaches in florida
girls possess me but they never mine
it”s your time sunshine

bismillah
i hope everything will be better
i found a thing that i thought my treasure
runnin round my mind spreading terror
this ain’t red chilli hot pepper
i ain’t gonna rock you with that fancy beat
just like lebron in miami heat
bikini bottom got their sandy cheeks
im a lyrical miracle it ain’t take a g*nius to make me a criminal
back to the days when they say my sh*t is horrible
hey ritch stop doin it ur terrible
f*ck y’all backstabbers imma rhyme every syllable
my girl’s so d*mn adorable
now listen up before you take me out with a tec nine
step on the gas till its red line
you know i call her my sunshine
so stay away all you wannabes on my bloodline
haters can boo you off stage
but you’re the one who will turn front page
they can say sh*t about your efforts
but you’re the one who will fly planes through the desert
they can mock you, knock you, box you in this struggle
but you will send your men to hit them with brass knuckles
they can do anything to let you down
but you’ll be one of the best in town
just a small matter of time before you explode
before yanhe brought you to this industry
you will be famous they won’t ask yoir zipcode
your success ain’t gonna bring no felony
nowhere near those b*tches gonna see me
up and downs now they know im ritchie
put up on my cd, gonna enjoy my sh*t wit a whiskey
prioritize all the sh*t you need to *n*lyse
i dont study sh*t i improvise eventhough i failed for seven tries
ritch in the house so you need to compromise
i store sh*t in uss enterprise
i put my eyes on the prize
if you ever roll on my block you’ll get dropped
what makes you think we will ever stop
ai un loco chico en mi universidad
and that’s me
feel me, this brought a mass to your tummy
sting like a bee like got them jab like muhammad ali
you better start count to three
you about to be included in my k!lling spree

(chorus)
b*tch im a psycho
imma win you with the formula
it’s getting hot but it ain’t beaches in florida
girls possess me but they never mine
it’s your time sunshine
(it’s your time, it’s your f*ckin time, you’re gonna hear me out, my name’s ritchie, f*ck y’all)

- federici lyrics

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