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rich amiri - ricky kobe lyrics

[intro]
he slayed this one

[chorus: izaya tiji]
i don’t say nun’ in my barber i just sit there, oh
you keep complaining ’bout money, but you ain’t gone get that, oh
you ride with k!llers and dealers, but you don’t fit there, oh
bro sent us right up to lenox, i brought that bl!ck there, oh
don’t worry n+gga we could put you with your dead ones
you gone keep tweaking we gone have to put you head on
i’m sipping dirty, dirty, dirty, ain’t no flint though
i like raf, but i don’t really f+ck with rick though
we in florida, but we smoking cali gas
i don’t really know this b+tch as far as that go
i guess i just see through a different glass
i just can’t go out f+ck with just any hoe
he went broke, i was tryna’ tell his stupid ass
your racks get bigger when you don’t spend it on yourself, bro
just stay down and get your lil’ exclusive bag
pick up bro, let’s go pull out a check from wells, bro
i guess designer sh+t don’t hit the same
when you know you gone’ be rich one day
i was in school and ain’t had anything
d+mn near had to wait till sunday

[verse: rich amiri]
tryna put my momma in chanel and pinky rings
i ain’t there but i know i’m gone be there one day
remember when you said don’t worry ’bout a thing
you lost your soul and then you let your demons lead the way
and now i’m sitting wit’ the bosses and the kings
and we want war, boy, if he really want some gunplay
and i bet that choppa’ eat him just like some wings
and we can f+ck but i don’t know nothing ’bout love baby
no i ain’t love crazy
just hop up in the room and just come take these drugs baby
then you done baby
know that choppa’ eat like food, when it shoot you better run baby
girl like tom made it
and that n+gga acting lame so i had to tell him stop hating
jugg you in broad day
i might get my hunters on you they a call away
i might get my hunters on you they a call away
might get my hunters on you they a call away
woah, woah, they a call away
woah, woah, they a call away
[chorus: izaya tiji]
i don’t say nun’ in my barber i just sit there, oh
you keep complaining ’bout money, but you ain’t gone get that, oh
you ride with k!llers and dealers, but you don’t fit there, oh
bro sent us right up to lenox, i brought that bl!ck there, oh
don’t worry n+gga we could put you with your dead ones
you gone keep tweaking we gone have to put you head on
i’m sipping dirty, dirty, dirty, ain’t no flint though
i like raf, but i don’t really f+ck with rick though

- rich amiri lyrics

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