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icewear vezzo - rico lyrics

[intro]
(rico) take his lunch (drank god, n-gga)
he a p-ssy, make him press his bunk
f-ck n-ggas (f-ck ’em all)
b-tch
ay

[verse 1]
i don’t give a f-ck about a p-ssy n-gga (’bout a p-ssy n-gga)
drank god, i’m a p-ssy k!lla (i’m a p-ssy k!lla)
i just put them forgios on my four wheeler (skrr)
and b-tch i ain’t a rapper, i’m a dope dealer
shoot him in his head, he need some more tissues (pah)
n-ggas false claimin’ sets ’cause they ho n-ggas (’cause they ho n-ggas)
disrespect my gang, it’s goin’ be more issues (gang, n-gga)
make music, sell ‘caine
i’m a go-getter (b-tch, i’m a go-getter)
i got tired of sippin’ syrup, i don’t want no mo’ (i don’t want no mo’)
a hunnid shooters at my shows and every one gon’ blow (they all shooters)
i’m-a give her d-ck ’til she don’t want no mo’ (she don’t want no mo’)
yeah he might have a lot of dope but he don’t want no smoke (don’t want no smoke)
i just got a text in from guwop (what’d he say?)
he told me “young n-gga get this guwop” (get that guwop!)
crashed the other one and got a new drop (yeah)
bandana wrapped around my head, b-tch i’m 2pac (thug life, n-gga)
took it to the cheddar, ain’t no stressin’ us (ain’t no stressin’ us)
you a b-tch, in the pen i made him press his bunk (press his bunk, n-gga)
couple enemies, and the rest with us (the rest with us)
next n-gga try snitchin’, we gon’ wet him up, yeah
price was low, it’s time to jack it up (it’s time to jack it up)
that sh-t you talkin’ in them songs, hope he back it up (i hope he back it up)
the truckload came, told ’em back it up (beep, beep, beep, beep)
and way before i started sippin’ ack, b-tch i was ackin’ up

[skit]
you got 14 bricks right there?
yeah
b-tch, you a fed?
yeah man, but look. (stupid–ss n-ggas) i was for gettin’ my little brother back maybe, right the f-ck back [?], right the f-ck back, [?] (bah) it’s gon’ be business as- -gunshot-

[verse 2]
f-ck all that talkin’, where them bricks now (where them bricks at)
and never ever trust a n-gga that’s from 6 mile (never trust a n-gga)
scurby like rico, he get mixed down (like rico)
burn the car, whack the witnesses and threw the clips out (and threw the clips out)
i’m a dirty dog, got a dirty d-ck (i got a dirty d-ck)
made my first 30 bands then bought 30 sticks (all sticks, n-gga)
old head told me watch who you get dirty with (for real)
busboy for that chicken, i been servin’ sh-t (get it)
caught another charge, gave no names up (shh)
plus i’m the boss, how the f-ck can i give names up? (how the f-ck can i give names up?)
made a lotta change, still ain’t change up (i’ll never change up)
it’s either give that plug to me or give your brains up, b-tch (bah)

[outro]

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