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ricch kayo - faceshot lyrics

faceshot lyrics
[intro]
rock and roll!
pshh

[chorus]
chillin’ with nemo, i ain’t tryin’ to find him
thinkin’ ’bout runnin’? the forty remind him
flashlight on the glock, gon’ blind him
he catchin’ nothin’ but face shots
his b+tch catch nothin’ but face shots, of this d+ck
’cause she is a known thot, rockin’ rick
they know that i get guap+

[verse]
and his b+tch in the back of the whip givin’ good top
she tryin’ to slow down, i’m tellin’ her “don’t stop”
i’ma keep doin’ these drugs ’til my heart stop
we got illegal weapons like a gun shop
we have illegal drugs, you should come shop
in my city, i’m poppin’ my sh+t in the h
good gas, slidin’ in from la
pack touched down, and its gone in his state
bad ass b+tches, bad ass women
do they love to party?
do they listen to playboi carti?
he [?] off the addy and we go r+t+rded
what’s thе name of his block? ’cause i’m tryin’ to spin it
how you say you get bands? ain’t coppin’ no spinach
yo’ bih givе me mouth, like i was a dentist
i’m mixin’ up act, i think i’ma chemist
got yo’ bih doin’ these [?] like a gymnast
he say he a gangsta, had perfect attendance, yeah yeah
yeah, he turned up, yeah
yo’ bih lame, yeah
perc got me stuck, yeah
got this b+tch jumpin’, yeah
turned nothin’ to somethin’, yeah
if that’s yo’ b+tch then i’m finna take her
i’m finna ball like a la laker
sip straight wock, i don’t need to chase her
but yo’ b+tch think i’m finna chase her?
i don’t need to chase her
i’ma f+ck on that ho and i leave her
and that b+tch do the most, she a diva
i’m finna set it off like queen latifa
i love to get high, so i’m smokin’ on reefer
run to the shots so fast like a cheetah
can’t choose a b+tch, so i know she a eater
mexican b+tch, that’s my senorita
and she love to drink, sippin’ margarita
checks, money, x, molly
s+x, f+ck her, uh, on my body
i got a supermodel b+tch, she lookin’ so good
you a b+tch n+gga, yeah, you not from the hood
thinkin’ ’bout givin’ up? i was thinkin’ you should
i’m movin’ slow, like a snail
i’m f+ckin’ that ho with no ‘tel
tryin’ to wait ’til the bros get bailed
tell the freak i ain’t got that sail
packs, they come in the mail, yeah
packs, i’m lovin’ the smell
he rockin’ mk, i’m rockin’ prada
if i spot a bad b+tch, you know that i got her
i know that i’m lit, b+tch, i’m on fire
i light up the gas, i’m tryin’ to get higher
tryin’ to run up some m’s before i retire
ridin’ with two twins, think that they siamese
bad b+tch, and she smart ’cause she chinese
got yo’ b+tch rockin’ out doin’ [?]
i’m tryin’ to get her ass fat, yeah
she wanna throw it back, yeah
i put the sh+t on for a fact, yeah
the n+gga cap, take off his hat, yeah
can’t f+ck with that bih, know she a gnat, yeah
yo’ thought it just came in the [?]
i’m finna go dunk on yo’ ho like i’m shaq
nemo tryin’ to chill, he slide up the mac
think he off two pills, tell him “relax”
[chorus]
chillin’ with nemo, i ain’t tryin’ to find him
thinkin’ ’bout runnin’? the forty remind him
flashlight on the glock, gon’ blind him
’cause he catchin’ nothin’ but face shots
and yo’ b+tch catchin’ nothin’ but face shots, of this d+ck
’cause she is a known thot, get guap
they know that i can’t stop

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