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i been ill - ricky hil lyrics

[verse: ricky]
rick hil, get the crown vics jumping
and your best b*tch getting into something
if i don’t know sh*t all i know is one thing
nostra, only models that we cum in
no b*tch that you know get love from me
no b*tch that i know get a hug from me
alright hoe tell me what you want from me
this ain’t trick or treat you ain’t getting no money
f*ck her face, leave her face looking funny
she sniffing base got the bass going dummy
plus the people that you with they ain’t on it
i f*ck around go and put you on some
mescaline, morphine, in your bones b*tch
had you feeling like you’re better off alone b*tch
yeah, i’m from the north side of glenville
ask them hoes ’round the way they say i’ve been there

[verse 2: bonic]
sh*t, [?] about
walk up in this b*tch hoes got they camera out
chain on left pocket [?]
my west coast crip blood sh*t banging out
my b*tches say i talk funny when i slang it out
well hear this, them over there wonder what they about
my fresh [?] meditated i don’t lay it out
p*ssy and some kush i don’t go a day without
i’m riding ’round puffing listening to no way out
hit the block where the freaks at i know that they be out
roll up window drop aye we out
my paper come like this verse, that’s off top
the glock come ready to pop its off lock
them two hoes coming they drunk they off shots
they told me something they on the loud its [?]
cool, i’m harder than your favorite gangster rapper
look me up b*tch [?] rapping
[verse 3: curt@ins]
uh huh
cashmere thoughts , i’m cut from a different cloth
n*ggas got songs but couldn’t f*ck with ours
peace to the gods, slap a style bite and let ’em know he a fraud
n*ggas talk sh*t in the b*lls, but won’t dare do it in the yard
come 30 n*ggas strong let ’em know what we are
they call ’em [?] and nah i don’t hustle blow (nah)
i’m on my russel crow [?] than his beautiful mind
imagine what i do on them rhymes
sick style [?] truly devine
shine bright like the moon in july
but you ain’t hear me though
i keep a low black lamb skin like mary though
spit around like a merry*go
for them dust heads call them fairy’s yo
they off the water like a ferry boat
taha, see more dope sh*t
somebody came and stole a show whos the culprit?
n*ggas screaming [?] that’s hoe sh*t
i’m back on that brooklyn bullsh*t, oh sh*t

- ricky hil lyrics

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