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feltz or f3ltzyy – r.i.c.o 3style lyrics

verse 1 + feltz

in the place, let’s get this popping
on the mic, bout to get the sh+t rocking
no watch on my wrist but there watching
i’ve got your b+tch, she’ll be clocking
steady jocking, yeah i’m steady mobbing
have your b+tch throat throbbing
trap, trap, trap or we robbing
but we’re trapped, trapped, trapped so we ain’t stopping
gotta get the crop in
trapped in the trap now we locked in
chopping up all the grub boxing
then we go get them shots in
reload same cycle same costume
and the shhh smell like raw fumes
there’s no expiry date on our raw food
and if you ever try f+ck about we’re gonna have to bore you
no face no case no case to my face
i might f+ck about and put you in a neck brace
you say my name your feel that pain
when i chef you up with mommas kitchen blade
no shame in this game if you wan take my life
i swear to god you ain’t got me petrified
cos i could take you’rs like you could take my life
so come test me i’ll send you to the other side
quiet don’t go out i done lived that life
but if old beef circulated then i gotta go catch a surprise
gotta catch a life
cos they ain’t catching mine
drugs in my system got me tripping
bad memories coming back got me flipping
in the kitchen with the chickens water whipping
when i’m dead, the only time i’ll be finished
i’m doing this till my mummzy be grinning
i’m doing crime so i’m out here sinning
rather get a house then my whole neck blinging
smoking on the finest so you know it be stinking
and it’s lean if you see me drinking
i ain’t stopping even if i’m winning
your girl looking at me and she winking
give her the d where she’s be sitting
bridge 1 + feltz

ahh
they know, they know
it goes like
ahh
yeah
they know, they know
it goes like
they know, they know
it goes like
lets get it, lets get it
feltz

verse 2 + feltz

bounce up, down b+tch like rabbit
she can’t handle the ting when i grab it
big batty girl better know i’m gonna slap it
bend her over, i’m about to go tap it
attack it, bruised up on the bad b+tch
that’s your girl, that’s some sad sh+t
madness, f+ck her three times, that’s a hat trick
told her call me patrick
i ain’t slacking keep it trapping with the package
i ain’t lacking keep on jabbing doing damage
keep it packing straight attacking i’mma savage
lungs collapsing from these splashing body in a garage
got your family screaming out no, no, no
that’s my son that’s my bro, bro, bro
you can lose your life to the road, road, road
step careful like woah, woah, woah
like woah, woah, woah
you can go, go, go
what you know about my flow, flow, flow
soon come soon come i’mma blow, blow, blow
f+ck on your ho, ho, ho
outro

you might just get hit with the reaper

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