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teething. - rick liv lyrics

intro:
aye, let’s do it then (let’s do that then)
stand up, (stand up, *stand up*)
d*mn let’s do it good (stand up gabe)
i got the f*cking bottle in my hand
like i’m in a rush or something

verse:
i’m annoyed and insulted
i ain’t no square, i ain’t no shooter, ain’t finna pull up for 3
i ain’t breaking no knees, or cracking them trays, or dropping the g not me
my n*ggas incorporated, we the ones that’s pushing the line f*ck beef (f*ck beef)
*stand up*
ion’ like most of these n*ggas they gon’ up a notepad my whole sh*t they gon’ bite
lemme slow down, imma hold it now, but it’s no one’s if the sh*t get found
that was sum real profound but i gotta speed off i ain’t finna hang round
this a slow ass whip i ain’t going downtown
*kickstand*
stomach hurt from last night, know what i was on
i was meditated off a 1 naw a 2
serg take the wheel i ain’t calling jesuś
i got a certified way to shake back off the juice
still praying everyday too, all is well long as i got a roof
but i’d be piped up in a drop top coupe
*tits out*
shawty rock with me, but she so indie
she gon’ disappear whenever
i wanna make her my cash cow, still won’t call her no heffer
i done put in all the effort
she was born to walk the desert
whole time that’s why i love her
and she taste like popcorn b*tter
and i’m back on y’all ass
these n*ggas been tryna steal swag since a n*gga was like 10 years or sum
and the sh*t don’t hang correct, they gon’ have to double up on mannequin drip
these n*ggas in planet of the apes, but the bape all new and they rock fake jewels
*knockout*
wrist*wear by tim cook tryna turn this sh*t to a richard mille
in the meantime my wardrobe, don’t cost but my looks all k!ll
and i know y’all know the deal, but you still can’t face the truth
soon as y’all let me through
slap old money with new
i know that abe linc on the five, but i f*cks with john wilkes booth
had a bag full of contraband, how they let me in the school
if you ain’t first you ain’t last, you could be the one crashed in front
n*ggas pinch pennies for bunk
i done stored thrax for 6 months
i say on me not no kap
and this sh*t way deeper than rap
i was gone for like 2 years, i could blame this cup or look in the mirror
and i’m over responsible, for everything y’all gon’ see
everything i done did
can’t put it all on tv
hook:
why these lame b*tch n*ggas stay t**thing
on my d*ck for no d*mn reason
ion’ wanna eat my words for dinner
imma pour my 4 and mind my business

- rick liv lyrics

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