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j-alta - r.i.c.o (remix) lyrics

(intro: j-alta)
bounce, bounce, bounce
swear it’s easy
this what y’all want though, uh

(verse 1: j-alta)
watch me dog i’m bout to k!ll it
to the numbest of beings they still gon go feel it
a sole proprietor i stay about my business
nah a hoe propietor i’m owning these b-tches
you know how i do, feeling my groove
turn up with winners, that’s all in my crew
but these women they do you like carmelo
cause they ain’t gon sit with you if you gon lose
aye b-tch i got the juice, and you gon witness
rappers are falling off yo they like bishop
money hungry dog yo i can’t conceal it
cause i’m like mad max on this road to the riches
a whip full of b-tches, bottle of remy
my dude i’m so ready, ambition is heavy
but you gotta watch it they’ll change for the money
keep one eye open when it come to that fetty
yo this for my dawgs, posted in belk hall
had stories with women can’t tell y’all
had millionaire dreams with billionaire schemes
i just want y’all to know i won’t fail y’all
dawg keep it so real, that they can’t hate
and there ain’t no rapper that i can’t break
but i figured dumb it down so that they can hear my sound
cause i live over they heads that’s anne frank, gah d-mn’
this like a free throw
swear that it’s easy i must got the cheat code
f-ck your rap group dawg i’m spitting that rico
i’m hitting latinas, she yelling “que rico”
really don’t care for these rappers
ones y’all be g-ssing i swear that they trash
acting like gangsters till sh-t hit the fan
that’s south carolina they dropping they flags
want the whole world, they tell me to chill
but i’m on some nicki sh-t, bagging a mill
007 the way that i’m fly y’all
and the day that i’m not, then the sky falls, whoa
ha, hit with that rico
far as these bars, i’m mimi and niko
check it that money i checked it, off music i get it
i get it i’m hitting them c-notes
ayo, uh, thinking 09
or 2010 i was at statesville high
the family had gave me that caddy, so girls are like daddy
all becausse they want them a ride
started to put it together, they only want you when you doing better
cause that next year i came back in that honda
and them hoes would look at me like whatever
but b-tch i came back as the boss on the scene
i’m seeing the future when lost in that lean
i’m on a mission to turn up like ty lawson
then go hit up houston to ball with my team
at the bodega, posted in charlotte
boone told me why you ain’t hitting the stage
honestly rappers out here are so lucky
i went to school cause now i’m back with a rage
taking these names, playing no games
i see myself drowning in money and fame
i know what i will be that’s not what i might be
i’m using a day job to fund me a night dream
i’m going so hard, praying to god
hoping that he gon go clear up the fog
putting in work when i’m not at work
so even on days off, i’m still going off
hit with that rico

(outro)
b-tch!
j!
oh lord!

- j alta lyrics

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