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ethel cain - ricky bascom lyrics

[part 1]
you’ve been smoking weed, you a lazy b*tch
i passed you up, so i dropped d*ck in your b*tch
n0body understood, all i knew was grind
my grandpa said i was out my cotton*picking mind
ion like to talk, that’s why i bought a gun
this b*tch can give me brain, how the f*ck i’m still dumb
i’m watching young dolph, i’m bout to get paid
i gained two pounds, i think about it all day
tryin’ to give an ugly b*tch a chance, but they all wh0res
had a 1, a 3, and a 5, that’s a major chord
throw em’ in the river, when we catchin’ [?]
my trans shooter ain’t worried, he already got two bodies
i did came up, brought my whole hood with me
martin luther king in his grave wishing he could be me
i’m glad they legalized g*y marriage, i like it a lot
cause me and benjamin franklin, we just tiеd the knot

people keep trying to bе ricky, there just ain’t no replacing him
i only say sophisticated slurs baby, this designer racism

i just drunk a bang drink b*tch, i can’t fail
if i follow my dreams, i know i’ll go to jail
ay, she said she put that sh*t on god?
b*tch, don’t put that sh*t on me
i looked at my bible, i said i’m sorry i betrayed you
i f*ck my b*tch i look her in the eyes and say i hate you
why would i do right? i get views when i’m wrong
i’m always saying slurs, i don’t know how to write a love song
if you don’t got clout b*tch, i can’t talk at all
i told my dad i was r*t*rded, he told me go walk it off
[part 2]
we like to have fun boy, you f*cking doomed
i get to work motherf*cker, i put my phone in the other room
you thought you had a good b*tch boy, she seen rick now she a f*cking chooser
i was never good at anything, just better than you f*cking losers
i knew this guy who loved this girl, i could see it in his eyes
but it was so sad, that i knew i just f*cked that b*tch last night
he tried to race me in pe, i knew this sh*t was on sight
he would follow me to the gym, every day when i rode my bike
we was layed up, he would snapchat the b*tch, he wanna buy the b*tch some clothes
i don’t give a f*ck about the b*tch, i don’t even f*cking feed these hoes
but he just kept trying, the motherf*cker wouldn’t leave
but every time i look at him, all i seen was me
i done made so much money off the b*tch, i done made money being rude
so when she asked me to write in her yearbook, all i could write was “thank you”
and i know i got too many enemies, i done caused too much pain
that’s why i bought the draco with titties and a d*ck, i call it ethel cain

- ricky bascom lyrics

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