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feel like this - ricky hil lyrics

[verse: ricky]
b*tch i leave out fast
half p’s in the dash
all this sh*t is in the glove box
wanna get high? why the f*ck not
ride around the town i slur
7:30 b*tch i’m raw its my word
[?] i scr*pe the curb
all my hoes rock furs sniff birds
ok, i’m sorry, i’m sorry
really didn’t mean to show up late to the party
brought a lotta really good drugs to the party
all the b*tches with me they is on already
eyes all heavy, lean but i’m steady
if i die today would you forget me?
hil don’t have a penny
hil don’t got mercy
i smoke weed and oxy
you heard me

[chorus: ricky]
met this b*tch i was lost for words
bad [?] with a gun in her purse, yeah
told her, lemme taste you first (first)
lemme, lemme taste you first (first)
i’m ripping it, my high don’t go away
i wanna feel like this everyday
i’m hoping that my high don’t go away
i wanna feel like this everyday, rick
[verse 2: bonic]
b*tch, b*tch
i’m paying nada for the motherf*cking box
i love haters on my motherf*cking socks
hid that work by the motherf*cking docks
ride dirty f*ck the motherf*ck the cops, uh
light that l tho, i’m on tho
i got some muscle with me like a motherf*cking elbow
this rap sh*t touch your kids no elmo
these tough guys be the hoes of the jail tho
f*ck ’em all my hoes being etiquette, class
gut ’em hoes hoes around me never get gas
cause um, i don’t play that sh*t
and them hoes stay in line, i lay that d*ck
aye b*tches nostra
nuts on her chin she [?]
say she eating up because she posting
bit like [?], bit like melena
so i screw her and i eat her
like a skewer at katana, drama

[chorus]
met this b*tch i was lost for words
bad [?] with a gun in her purse, yeah
told her, lemme taste you first (first)
lemme, lemme taste you first (first)
i’m ripping it, my high don’t go away
i wanna feel like this everyday
i’m hoping that my high don’t go away
i wanna feel like this everyday, rick
[verse 3: ricky]
paying 4 for the motherf*cking pump
my young b*tch she’ll get it outta town
ct hoe, i hold that i crown
motherf*cker i’m the rawest around
cut the tinfoil, and make the pill boil
smoke the oxy in a straight line
in 2 hours ima go do 9
my young b*tch is crying, but i feel fine
me and her do this all the time
you ain’t got a f*cking high like mine (x2)
soldier, from the nostra
hands on the wheel death gets closer
uh, blood is all over
i think i’m finding closure

[chorus]

- ricky hil lyrics

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