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richard ritch – pickup lyrics

delivery skit thing

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i pick up the bag
i pickup the strap
i pickup the pack
i pickup the sack

we got the bars
we got the hen
we got the cars
we really live

hotter than a saudi
when i’m rollin off the molly
got two b-tches in the club
feelin on me with their bodies
electric light tongue kissin
they acting so naughty
body melting ice
pouring bottles of bacardi
i’m kissin pretty b-tches
feelin like i’m pretty flacko
the snitches getting st-tches
if they talkin to the cops tho
we loadin up the clips
if they ask how far we go
we wicked

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i pick up the bag
i pickup the strap
i pickup the pack
i pickup the sack

we got the bars
we got the hen
we got the cars
we really live

dytripp got the henny
and two b-tches from the city
we pickin up the baddies
but only if they pretty
og xan off the bars
in the back of the car
throwin gang signs out the window
while we rollin extendos
we stoppin for some hoes
droppin low in the road
i said yall tryna go to lat?
then just hop in the back
if they mans talkin back
then we flashing the straps
getting handys in the club
cuz we don’t give a f-ck
throwing bands on her -ss
told that b-tch pick it up
and we not in the crowd
we chillin with the vip
got richard ritch playin loud
cuz we good with the scene

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i pick up the bag
i pickup the strap
i pickup the pack
i pickup the sack

we got the bars
we got the hen
we got the cars
we really live

pickup pickup
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i pick up the bag
i pickup the strap
i pickup the pack
i pickup the sack

we got the bars
we got the hen
we got the cars
we really live

i don’t f-ck with no p-ssy sh-t
so all you p-ssys eat a hollow tip
i might shoot you and your clique
when i pull up with dat stick
and you know i load the clip
i put the .44 to your jaw
i will f-ck you up with a brand new saw
got the mask off in the brawl
police sketch but they cannot draw
another day another dollar
richard gang stay poppin collars
another play another dollar
makin all these b-tches hollar

[b-tches love art museum, real sh-t tho]

she got a wet p-ssy phat -ss
i might let her smoke the gr-ss
but if i’m finna smoke her out
you know i’ll knock that p-ssy out
when i walk up in the club i don’t get a pat down
if yall p-ssys talkin sh-t then you know i lay the smack down
and if the sh-t is poppin off then i’m finna pull the mac out
and if i pull the strap out ima dump it and hit the trap house
i like the liquor strong and the weed loud
i like the b-tches fine and the music loud
all i do is pick it up and then i d-ck her down
i pick it up real quick and i don’t make a sound
i pick it up real quick cuz 12 is hot around town

pickup pickup
pickup pickup
pickup pickup
pickup pickup

i pick up the bag
i pickup the strap
i pickup the pack
i pickup the sack

we got the bars
we got the hen
we got the cars
we really live

pickup pickup
pickup pickup
pickup pickup
pickup pickup

i pick up the bag
i pickup the strap
i pickup the pack
i pickup the sack

we got the bars
we got the hen
we got the cars
we really live

- richard ritch lyrics

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