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rap excercise pt. 3 - sticky ricky lyrics

im smoking lemon popperz and mega z
guess thats the perks of being super dope
if ricky sucked maybe you could cope
but i am never losing hope
you rappers stink
you need to use some soap
i got a gun i dont use it tho
unless b*tches being unusual
and you know b*tches like to do the most
why all you rappers wanna shoot at folks?
that sh*t stupid bro
remember they thought i was using coke
cuz i was losing weight man you b*tches can’t even fathom a man whose devoted
cuz you couldn’t do it
but i do that sh*t over and over
i been getting doh like im homеr
if im growing odor yo sh*t mediocre
you and yo team pushing dirt likе a dozer
im built like pressure
big league problems
but im still kosher
bars loaded properly
ball like pippen
when i shoot my shot they like
(its a floater)
i feel just like ice but im colder
and f*ck ice
and whoever controls em
im spitting gas
man this sh*t is petroleum
i treat my dollars like they texas i hold em
i treat these rappers like my laundry i fold em
you can’t keep up
and you can’t meet the quota
dont quote me b*tch
because i never wrote a
line than you relate with
you ain’t making noise
you just talking loud
i smell like weed
when i walk around
they would put me in a straight jacket
if they could hear my thoughts aloud
is there no more real thoughts around?
bro why all your music exactly the same
as what their songs about
we can fight about it
or talk it out
you some b*tch rappers
bro your thong is out
if you ain’t f*ck with me way back then
then dont try to call me now
i call you a b*tch cuz i call it how i see
only thing you can call me is proud
talk sh*t and end up on the ground
staring at the clouds
with a broken jaw
tryna run your mouth
i run around
like literally run circles round
these rappers
let me dumb it down
like doordash b*tch im at ya house
my spider senses tingle
when theres cash around
i wake up
smoke half a pound
for this weed i grow
b*tch i am renowned
i make b*tches wanna pull they panties down
you scaring the hoes
like danny brown
its getting stressful
you need to pop a xanny now
b*tch i dont need pills
to command a crowd
i demand that you let all my
homies out
like free all my dogs
let em roam around
when it comes to rap sh*t
im the golden child
like some bad food b*tch
you can’t hold it down
they like sticky got drip
like a soda fountain
b*tch you at your peak
i could move a mountain
get a clue
do you see all these blues im counting
i do the sh*t you can’t do
while you be pouting
you ain’t saying nothing
bro you just shoutin
hit you so many times
you think you surrounded
are you astounded
at how i rap
and how im sounding
im tryna tell yall
i should be crowned king
i really made it out of public housing
and i still think that i need counseling
but i probably won’t ever get it
cuz i just keep counting these digits
so i can tell my family we did it
i carry my team proudly
and you hating b*tches give me motivation
so please doubt me

- sticky ricky lyrics

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