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lirik lagu all of me… – ricki g

deez n-ggas they can’t really rap
tell a bunch lies dont really trap
no type of cheese just ah bunch of rats
alotta y’all, i’m really stating facts…
folding up the origami type
no adidas on me but a bunch of stripes
really broke i had to choose a life
stranded on a boat, had to roll the dice
7 out the gate
protect me from the snakes
lord please…
switchin up, another transmission
turn the key another dead n-gga,…
takin off, got clothes on
true religion over retros..
but back in 09 i had levis, with a backpack
but had the trap boomin more than metro..
everyday ma where you going son?
like 16
i’m headed out the door
always been a hustla n-gga
i ain’t never really play sports
told my moms i can really make it
im just tired of waiting, getting agitated
lost alotta people in the process
dope prices cheaper than a outlet
arm & hammer thats alotta strength
i was slim and shady no eminem
i bought a cadillac wen i was 19
had alotta hoes coulda been a pimp/
touch a million so far away
outta mind feel so close
motivated every time i hit the blunt
red cup vodka hawaiian punch…
getting so bent heavy under pressure
stressing out my mama giving lectures
need a plug i dont need a lesson
paranoid gotta keep a weapon…
21 couldn’t find a job
had me ina k!ller mindstate
if it wasn’t for this rap sh-t
i woulda f-cked around and probably robbed a bank…
a lot of n-ggas hating
lotta n-ggas never really made it
still in the bas-m-nt
39 turnt 40, wanna be rapper
career choice need to replace it/ un
ima spit hot flames, to it burn ima torch
number one pick ball no sports
type of n-gga turn a old dodge to a porsche
came from the bottom i deserve a award/
backwood burn, few grams in it
only smoke gas with the lime in it
keep a bad b-tch fat -ss
double d t-ts, long hair big lips brown skinned…
only sip the brown liquor, no chaser
str8 up out the bottle, get white boy wasted
got my own weed i dont wanna hit yours
n-gga ran through a pound call the plug to replace it
face it
get so high
hunger for more n-gga i’m so fly
make em beg for mercy
young buck & 50.. buck 50
bobby whitney gotta keep it with me
dope with it
like ghost with it
st.patrick, not a actor ‘
certified trappers, we can make it happen
kept a full house call me bob saget
lethal weapon like danny glover
n-ggas hatin but they b-tches love us
1 shot im curry at the buzzer
kitchen hotter than a m-th-f-cka
whipping up with the pyrex
lot of flips on on & off switch
i’m strapped up
we can go to war
n-gga not a problem or a conflict
game of life while the wheel spin
girl choosing ima get it in
hit her from da back, won’t get her back
eat the p-ssy with the grill in
hood n-gga gotta k!lla stroke
pull her hair got her on the flo
slap her -ss while she call me daddy
facetime ya while she me throat/
ima dog well mannered
like a pimp b-tch david banner
questions on but still got the answer
f-ck the ones throw em at the camera…
pick that up (b-tch)
n-gga f-ck the ones throw em at the camera (repeated)

un all of me… something to get money to
whats sup
un
(fades out)

- ricki g

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