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exorcissm, - ricky hil lyrics

avenue, (?) gave me this beat man idk why, i don’t think i’m special enough, limosa nostra, aye, ricky hil, b*tch i’m ill, yeah lemme tell you

i was born in 1990
highed up in ct is where you’ll find me
b*tch i got b*tches and i’m grimy
her p*ssy on my face all slimy
i’m a legend in my state you don’t have to remind me
weed that we smoking finey
b*tch i’m sipping on a heine
the b*tch i got she let me f*ck her in her hiney
huh, you don’t have to remind me
if you tell me that i’m great i’ll thank you kindly
got her on a pill and her t**th grinding
she will heal she saying to herself finally
b*tch i’m in the cut you won’t find me
b*tch i just want you don’t remind me
got more hoes than george clooney
got more o’s than cheerios
i’m in love with a groupie
and i think i love loopy
well i could f*ck her later on then
gotta get [?] only way now kid
b*tch i grew up with death
he my young boy don’t treat him like sh*t
and b*tch we need those zips
16 of those and we need 16 more
yeah, she my pristine hoe
yeah, she hit my tiffany and coke
yeah, i like to f*ck her and she like to blow
i give her pills and she liked to blow
we got more o’s than cheerios
ricky hil the hottest sh*t in your stereo
p*ssy weak tho, you could have her bro
nothing even really matters bro
aye welcome to ct
she gon tell me that she love me but she groupie
i think i love her cause i think she understands me
i might even let this hoe meet my family
yeah, turn a hoe into a house wife
what if her p*ssy tight and her mouth right
and it all makes sense to me
you don’t know what i’m saying when you friends with me
all black chevy tryna get a benz for cheap
b*tch named ashley and a b*tch named genève
they both tryna share me
but that’s really unfair to me
how could i love you both?
when i love myself the most
i think i’m bouta get a new tat on my face
i’m gonna state f*ck you if you care about race
but it really just state f*ck the chase (chase)
f*ck the police
f*ck the chase
i light a new l while you run my plates
don’t shoot me cause you hate my face
don’t shoot my brother cause you hate his race
ss with the stock rims
we dress to impress you can copy him
i like her the best she got that sloppy head
you wife or you stress when i’ll be dead
i ain’t gonna save her
i just wanna keep my chevy black like a open raider
[instrumental]

- ricky hil lyrics

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