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ricoshua - young men lyrics

not poor but i’m just a little cheap
never going out, leftovers what i eat
all we do is flow, just cruising on the beat
in my mom’s minivan, yeah it’s got like seven seats
it’s pretty sweet, i’m not gonna lie, now we take the bus, pretty soon we gonna fly
from coast to coast, we’re chillin’ with the most dope folks, see what that honey do, no cantaloupe
it’s all jokes, this shit’s practice, flow so wavy the boat do a backflip
rap is sporadic, my female’s attractive, looking for a bad chick to get up on my mattress
and i know i’m a threat to the game
never comin’ out like a grape juice stain
never comin’ out like my work’s not cited
never comin’ out like i fly united
not slighted, soft-spoken, not my fault that your girl’s deep-throatin’
i’ma young vandal, certainly a star, lit like a candle feel the fire from afar
spittin’ bars they can’t handle, guess there’s no handlebars
so i stay driven but still shootin’ below par

caramel skin so you know my blood’s spicy
proceed to spit flame but appear to stay icy
yeah i might steal yo b-tch, pardon me that’s my b
sing yo -ss a lullaby, knock you out, “g’night g”
i’m so cold when i spit these cold flows
hit that on the dl so nobody else knows
lotta snakes on me, dodge the l, average joe
now i’m back on top, runnin’ water with these flows
i’m in and out, boy, quick, like a cadillac
driving, eyes closed, seat back, fishin’ cataracts
matter of fact, i destroy pussy like a battering ram
had to grab a parking p-ss, made her go handicap
i’m just tryna go ham, no turkey
ricoshua the best, heard it from a little birdy
these hoes ain’t loyal and these boys don’t concern me
just murdered that mouth, gotta hire an attorney
i ain’t worried
fresh like poland springs, bottle that flow, we some new young kings
backhand the beat, leave marks from my rings
float like a b-tterfly, but i leave stings

cheesy rappers get the boot, no italy
tryna play games, lane sucks since little league
literally, it’s k!llin’ me, think you’re good? you’re kidding me
i’ve been getting big, you’re the size of my mini-me
no joke, tell these moms they’re my main b-tch
al fuego with the rhymes, i’ll be spittin’ that spanglish
it’s dangerous, and you know they call me rico
’bout to lay the pipe, i ain’t talkin’ home depot
easy with the shit, like curry with a free throw
i’ma tear the game up, like a banger ocho cinco
get a tutor, i’m a ’boutta go dumb
white tight, like a snare, gotta beat that drum
you know what we do, it be second to none
when i’m with your mom or sister it takes seconds to come
when i’m with your mom or sister it takes seconds to come

man, we gotta get it, ’cause the women stay committed
but the biddies just be b-tches, drown in pussy, smell like fishes
we the richest with the flow, i don’t think you really know
capable of what you don’t, accomplishin’ what you won’t
make dough, no allowance
ate out of a yogurt, my diet is balanced
these homies want beef, they get served up a salad
they say i got the keys, but i don’t see khaled
i spit these flows, unpredictable
deadliest catch, and i don’t even need a fishing pole
burning it up, like gasoline poured on a kitchen stove
never been a quitter, except when i proceed to spit these flows
’cause spitters are quitters, you’ll get splinters on your fingers if you mess with my timber
and i’ve lost all respect for you f-gs on tinder
gettin’ swiped to the right, like my veggies at dinner
lemme get it, lemme spit it like a typhoon
the matter of fact is, no one do like i do
with my crew, it be better, yeah that’s quite true
go against me, don’t even try, dude. (don’t try)
people be amazed that i’m still in high school
do you not see these bad b-tches i screw?
it’s give and go, something like a drive-thru
i hit the notes, beat them ’til their eyes blue
i got something that just can’t be taught
lotta haters we don’t give ’em no thought
don’t think we ’bout to blow up like a landmine
throw it back farther than his f-ckin’ hairline
hatin’ on us ’cause we just be some young kids
look at you, homie, you haven’t done shit
yeah these people want to spit it just like i do
if they’re saying that you’re better, you’ve been lied to
got sick of one girl, had to try two
now i’m livin’ on top, look at my view

- ricoshua lyrics

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