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mazerati ricky - google my name lyrics

[intro: sada baby]
ayy
hmm, hmm, hmm, ayy

[verse 1: sada baby]
your baby mama ‘nem gon’ up if i say it’s good
n-gga talkin’ brazy ’bout the set, we gon’ take his hood
life come with ups and downs, we take the good
right with the bad, stuff all that sh-t in the wood

[verse 2: mazerati ricky]
i love my city, i just hate i gotta duck the task
i’m in your city, want me to call for a hundred bags
google my name, authorities they took a lambo from me
fired a ho, the b-tch think she ran a scandal on me

[verse 3: sada baby]
i hit the bay, i mind my business, smoke my apple fritter
a thousand dollars for this rockstar outfit n-gga
everybody with me got them chops, don’t doubt them n-ggas
from east side to oak park, you know ’bout them n-ggas
load a gun and roll a blunt ’cause all i want is smoke
you’ll never get no bread ’cause all you want is hoes
skuba steve and mazerati leanin’ off a four
a n-gga tell another lie, we knockin’ off his nose

[verse 4: mazerati ricky]
sada they hatin’ blood, i do this for the sake of us
and i’ma only bust him if he in the way of gettin’ this paper up
these politics’ll keep a n-gga so thugged out
used to cook c0ke ’til the smoke had me bugged out
from the hands of fn’s, say we can slug it out
always wanted to be the realest n-gga, it wasn’t no goin’ out
and n-ggas showin’ out, this foolie won’t get to blowin’ out
i blow a few strips to show you n-ggas what i’m talkin’ ’bout

[verse 5: sada baby]
and by the time i get to speaking, it’s already over
pop up ’bout that bread, four-five my toaster
chopstick got t–th like an alligator
rick slide up with red beam in that navigator, huh

[verse 6: mazerati ricky]
i be tryna forget that prison time, that sh-t be blurry
i swear i love that lady said not guilty in that jury
hundred shot nick, legendary for all them murders
shooter gang skooba scoops in an all black suburban

[verse 7: sada baby]
i got an m16 big as my nephew
and your b-tch got you in your feelings ’cause she just left you
and i just bought my b-tch a chain ’cause she special
still got a new desert eagle to knock your vest loose
and i’m the blood up out the streets, i’m down to slide, i chew the beef
don’t f-ck with slabs, i moved to p’s, i serve outside in two degrees
rocky diamond jubilees, forty-ones and cuban links
shoot you in the one that wink, not the one that stink

[verse 8: mazerati ricky]
money sh-t simple, it’s like practice to ai
rich n-gga, all you gotta do is say it and she gon’ pay up
if i’m touched, i guarantee somethin’ slumped for the day up
and rich n-gga gon’ call talkin’ ’bout he tryna pay up
divide the pie, every cake with extra layer
every shooter deserve to eat, a seat at every table
dibs is extra cheese and we rockin’ with the mayor
roll cookie in the d and we blowin’ out the pound, n-gga

[outro]
no room

- mazerati ricky lyrics

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