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kid ziggy & papa luke – ricky bobby lyrics

[intro: kid ziggy]
hey!

[chorus: papa luke]
makin’ love on saki, i’m young papi (i’m young papi)
wreckin’ ball like miley, she so spicy (she like miley)
ridin’ in bugatti, ricky bobby (skr, skr)
she love sippin’ [?] she so stylish

[verse 1: papa luke]
and i told the lil b+tch, said, “calm down”
it’s been a long day
she love to drop it low on the pole with her jaw out
i know she want me
it’s a four critic to be dismal (diss)
shootin’ at your mister, i’m a pistol (p+ss)
pinchin’ on your sides like sir fisker blissful
tryna come and make the p+ssy drizzle, oh
seein’ i’m much more than reason
the task is completed when you come and stay, bae
decent, i’m feelin’, i’m findin’ my freedoms
the legions no longer invade, bae
i could be more than a day, bae
schedule [?] admit it
you know i’m afraid
the way you been talkin’
i’m in dissaray, bae
i know, i know, i know, i know you
keep talkin’ that old sh+t (sh+t)
i told, i told, i told you (i won’t be the one)
but you gotta stay proud
only hittin’ if it’s round
girl, a bottle or a pound?
only like it if it’s loud
with a baddie of a man
now she comin’ on my towel
then i put it in her mouth
wipe it up, she said, “well”
[chorus: papa luke]
makin’ love on saki, i’m young papi (i’m young papi)
wreckin’ ball like miley, she so spicy (she like miley)
ridin’ in bugatti, ricky bobby (skr, skr)
she love sippin’ [?] she so stylish
makin’ love on saki, i’m young papi (i’m young papi)
wreckin’ ball like miley, she so spicy (she like miley)
ridin’ in bugatti, ricky bobby (skr, skr)
she love sippin’ [?] she so styli+stylish

[verse 2: kid ziggy]
ricky bobby ridin’ with a thotty
cruisin’, blazin’ while i’m gettin’ toppy
f+ck the cops, they steady tryna stop me
f+ck the streets, they always tryna rob me
but i still got a bad lil mama and she down to ride, yeah
i’ma get her ass wet, then i’ma go scuba dive
all out in this b+tch
then i fall out in this b+tch
i hit decline, i got missed calls
she tryna call me out in this b+tch, uh
but girl, i don’t need no baby mama drama
thought i told ya
ace o’ spades, you probably woulda folded
now i’m drinkin’ jack and feelin’ lonely
indecisiveness my testimony
smokin’ moon rocks with the homies
man, this feel like a ceremony
let’s celebrate, i just faced the blunt
i’m feelin’ h+lla great
i don’t feel the sh+t you tryna generate
i don’t waste time with no featherweights
tryna vibe with it, let me demonstrate
concentrate and i detonate
hibernate then i’m back at it
navigate ’cause i trap, dammit
but i don’t f+ck with no crack addicts
i cop the gas and i gas mask it
she told me that she tryna chill with me
but she strugglin’ because her dad catholic
but she be talkin’ like a ratchet
doin’ sh+t we can’t imagine
fiendin’, should be a fanatic, yeah

[outro: papa luke]
makin’ love on saki, i’m young papi
ricky bobby (ricky bobby)
ricky bobby (ricky, ricky, ricky)
young pap, young papi (ricky bobby)
young papi (young pap’, young pap’, young pap’)
young pap’ (ricky bobby)
ricky (ricky bobby)

- kid ziggy papa luke lyrics

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