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feet up - rittz lyrics

verse 1:
this sh-t should be against the law
for me to be this raw
i wonder who’s keeping score
my pinkie ring lookin like it needs dethawed
drinking jim beam pbr
i think she caught eye contact recognized i rap
now she’s in awe
my pressure might take your breath away she need cpr
cnt from the g.c, we them boys
some rap some keep that soft
got the weed, got the speed, we got that boy
? talking bout the geeked up ?
got a glee 44 off in the glove box c-cked if somebody on my team get robbed
we gon’ leave this apartment looking like a ? party like i’ve seen from saw
? everything in place, funny how much money that my ink pen made
from new zealand to england they scream my name
i ain’t stoppin’ till i’m kingpin paid
p-ssy pig skin pink and she keep her thing thing shaved
but her face really not that attractive
tried to snort up all the blow, i’mma tell her go
cuz she got a nose like a shop vac attachment
f-ck a ho with my gold chain on ? gl-sses
soap opera actor, no far from it
let the b-tch ride, i don’t need carpoolin
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why you gotta throw salt, y’all talk too much
can’t dodge bullets, no keanu reeves
you make believe like apollo creed
somebody put the crown on me

hook:
cuz i’ve been living like a king, i got my feet up
keep it peaceful but my homie got the heater
you know we strappin, i don’t pay attention to your mean mugs
cnt, i bet you wishin you could be us
you know you can not
get my sh-t for free when i see my weed plug
couple b-tches in the bathroom doing key bumps
they going in and all around the world and i receive love
cnt, i bet you wishin you could be us
you know you can’t, b-tch

verse 2:
should have known i f-ck a story on the mic like conan
i stretch you out like a trojan man
who the f-ck said you my broham
somebody call the animal control on him
like a doberman bit his owner’s hand
on the road with the dopest fans
i can tell you wanna grow like a coca plant
i done f-cked that b-tch, but we don’t hold hands
your new girlfriend is an old romance
you can have that b-tch i can’t
remember that much about the times we f-cked
but i know that she don’t suck d-ck that great
man i wish you luck, got the pistol tucked
in a midnight chevy colorado
long hair hangin’ out the beanie
people see me and they say i’m like a fat paul amato (sp)
get your head cracked like a half an avocado
split wide, homies can not have you in their household
zip tie, talking sh-t i’ll run into your mouse hole
b-tch, i rest in peace, speaker ???
homie hit me up in heaven now
and they proud sayin’ rittz still spazzin
made another independent biz transaction
sitting in the crib with a b-tch
bout to hit this dab rig

hook:
i’ve been living like a king, i got my feet up
keep it peaceful but my homie got the heater
you know we strappin, i don’t pay attention to your mean mugs
cnt, i bet you wishin you could be us
you know you can not
get my sh-t for free when i see my weed plug
couple b-tches in the bathroom doing key bumps
they going in and all around the world and i receive love
cnt, i bet you wishin you could be us
you know you can’t, b-tch

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