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rico snacks - aoyb (shingeki no loli) lyrics

[intro]
i be all up on your b-tch like clothes
real trap everything, you know how that goes
monster anthology you know how that goes
i look like soul khan, boy you know bout that nose

[verse 1]
throw that size 0 on my lolicon b-tch
throw that throw rug over my taliban b-tch
berkeley folks hear that then they prolly gon’ b-tch
but criticize my lyrics you get mollywhopped b-tch
i ain’t pop no mollies i ain’t bout that existence
p-ss a b-tch a roofie she gon willfully ingest it
y’all know what the gist is, this sh-t sound new
i’m ali sonny you ain’t get a round 2
saltw-ter on my d-ck, seadweller on my bone bulge
lolis in my office tell my secretary hold calls, and
we don’t even need to try to make this sh-t sound mean
while y’all “creeping up on the real hip-hop scene”
hip-hop is not a scene it’s a god d-mn arms race (i don’t even know what that means!)
your dame numb, i spray c-m all over her darn face
i play for the top stakes, my circle are not snakes
the king’s in the castle with the moat and the drawn gates and i’m

[hook]
all up on your b-tch like clothes
real trap everything you know how that goes
monster anthology you know how that goes
i’m cyrano de bergerac you know bout that nose, and what’s
all up in your b-tch? my c-ck
rico snacks in the house and you don’t stop
just kidding on the beats and you don’t stop
spirit bomb b-tch we blowin up the whole spot

[verse 2]
tag popping on some sh-t i got for free
popped an acid tab watching tekkonkinkreet
i am the machine which came from the sea
fredo on these young b-tches, keep em all on me
sawed-off shotgun and its boutta dump
fascinate your daughter make that kokoro pump
make the crowd jump, then jump in a gilman crowd
like when i was 16 geeked on pills and loud
mouth full of soap, this sh-t’s a wash
bottom b-tch rocking osh kosh by gosh
whipping out the d-ck, and she like wow
mc5 girl i want you right now
fresh rubber on my d-ck, rustblood up on my bone bulge
annie in my office order mr. artlert hold calls
testify against me, fbi i bomb your house
roll with crazy hoes like hanji and sasha blouse, you know i’m

[hook]
all up on your b-tch like clothes
real trap everything you know how that goes
visionaries in the spot you know how that goes
she snort c0ke off my d-ck, but i keep that out my nose, and
i wile out cause i’m still young
i would quit rap but this sh-t is too fun
so i’m in my zone mami roll another blunt
while i watch madoka and homura touch tongues

[verse 3]
yes i admit, exploit lesbians
macklemore didn’t save the g-ys for this
all up in your pantry eating leftover sh-t
cause b-tch i ain’t had my namesake in a min
swagger of a pastor hoes hope i bless this
d-ck pics deep in the web-death grips
frying the potatoes into fresh chips
cooking up chili with my brothers for the kids (martha stewart!)
i sound like wu-tang, slang it for the children
meet me in the streets b-tches screaming “oooh, k!ll em!”
swagger on a hundred, thousand, trillion
and that’s only half of how i’m feelin, just to let you know we’re

[hook/outro]
all up on your b-tch like clothes
rico snacks everything you know how that goes
real trap everything you know how that goes
cyrano de bergerac, f-ck these hoes usin’ my nose
and you know how that goes, you know how that goes
you know how that goes, you know how that goes…

- rico snacks lyrics

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