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side effects - r.i.e (rap) lyrics

r.i.e, b*tch
i don’t know which motherf*cking pill i’m taking next
but i know that that b*tch gonna have some f*cking side effects, yeah
my b*tch looking at me so i think she’s thinking s*x, yeah
yo b*tch looking at me so i think she sent a text, yeah
we got cash on deck, yeah
we gon’ chase a cheque, yeah
i be dropping sh*t that gon’ make you hit the deck, yeah
you best not expect, yeah
’cause you won’t get a spec, yeah
i come to inspect even if i don’t suspеct, yeah
if you know what’s good you’ll take that good sh*t off your neck, yеah
cause i got sticky fingers man, that might be the p*ssy
might let off some ringers if these boys be getting cushy
and they better have something to bring us but i ain’t being pushy
i’m talking ’bout moral man
y’all can go to h*ll man
all i need to do is hear a f*cking homie yell man
push you down a well man
i be like “oh well” man
when they ask me questions b*tch i just say “he fell man”
i ain’t bout to stress bro
i ain’t bout to panic
i ain’t got no dress code
i ain’t got no standards
i ain’t f*cking royalty
i just need that loyalty
f*ck me over, dump you in the river
check your buoyancy
i bet two days later i’m gon’ have all of your boys with me
that brings me right back to my point man
people love to swap sides
blood up in the day
and then they crip tonight
but i can’t be your superman
and i don’t give a hoover dam
if you wanna trip i’ll make it short
mini cooper man
all of y’all be stupid man
grab a d*mn bazooka man
watch me f*cking nuke a man
bullets got an appetite
watch them f*cking chew man
you know a man
you knew a man
past tense
history
y’all can’t f*ck with r.i.e
this sh*t ain’t no mystery
rotate like rotisseries
ain’t nothing sweet b*tch
this ain’t no patisserie
k!ll yo ass in italy and watch you float to sicily
homie, this that sick sh*t
yeah i’m talking big drip
like a f*cking slit wrist
don’t pull up on pimp sh*t
i know you got that limp d*ck
yo b*tch be on that simp sh*t
telling me sh*t that i don’t even wanna know
in my f*cking ear ’til the motherf*cking sun up bro
everybody thinking that they on the f*cking come up bro
only way that that’s true is if she do not swallow bro
clip full as f*ck but you know the bullets hollow though
don’t be scared to holla hoe
got a lot of nerve like the sh*t under your collarbone
all my homies solid bro
i just tell em “i’ma go”
and i know that they follow so
if you wanna spark something
i’ma bring that powder bro

let em hate
then detonate
that sh*t gonna set em straight
got the blunt rolled, heavyweight
got the lighter, featherweight
hope they never separate
this b*tch ain’t got legs man
those are f*cking heaven’s gates
so it’s time to penetrate
i just ditched my old life
i’m a real renegade
now it’s time to celebrate
best choice that i ever made

- r i e rap lyrics

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