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talk talk - rickrated lyrics

this n*gga tweaky
asked me ‘bout a b*tch
i know named deedee
found a text from yesterday
that said she finna see me
she nasty with the neck
i had her legs hitting the ceiling
but i don’t do no squeaking
wtf this n*gga thinking
i told that n*gga who
he start to act a fool
said if i find out that you lying
next thing talking is this tool
thats when i hit my switch
you on my phone talking that sh*t
tryna press me ‘bout a b*tch
you must not know who this is
then i told him yeah i know her
she a goer
bend her over
real back thrower
i just had her over
gave the head up off her shoulders
then she rodе me like a chauffeur
put a nut up in hеr hole
like i’m a squirrel or a gopher
b*tch i’m from the block
where n*ggas will lash you
and leave you shot
keep em comin’
n*ggas runnin’
they quickly gone call the cops
i’m bussin’ at the ops in whatever
clothing i’m sporting
i’ll shoot you and yo bm
and make yo baby an orphan
when n*ggas get to buggin
they callin us up like orkin
hit my n*ggas for your organs
we harvest and make a fortune
cut the money up in portions
divide it by whose important
caught you slipping in seattle
but found ya body in oregon
so careful where you slumber
sh*lls get hotter than the summer
then that n*gga cut me off and said
i dailed the wrong number
im like yeah n*gga that’s true
cause i’m really trynna shoot
he got off the phone spooked
he don’t want nothing to do
with the blue hair bandit the bhb
i’m known to give yo girl d*ck
with two c’s
in the p*ssy i’m bruce lee
eat her sh*t if its juicy
ima fiend for the coochie
love that sh*t like lucy
excuse me
(baaybaay)

or get a n*gga popped
100 rounds in that drum
leave a n*gga chopped
we finna spin around
and spin around
and spin they block
we finna spin around
and spin around
until they forgot
n*ggas think they real
till a n*gga dead
k count nine can’t find a n*gga head
we movin with choppas and
movin with the dread
mustafa mustafa
we on that n*gga head
or get a n*gga chopped
rated he drivin
my n*ggas trynna block
100 round drum
we trynna make him flop
my n*ggas trynna get to that bag
get to that gwap
n*gga
all my n*ggas up
100 rounds’ll hit they block
and leave them n*ggas stuck
h d’s and double titties
and them monkey nuts
we finna slide up on they block
and make them double dutch

- rickrated lyrics

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