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uche (chicago) - ricky bobby lyrics

(huh) i’m off the wocky + givenchy, versace
i’m out of my body (huh), the bl!ck ricky bobby (frrr)
it’s bails outs and high+speeds (huh)
these benjamin franks,(huh), make a b+tch suck it sloppy (get it in)

i’m feedin’ my dime piece, i trap off a pay phone
i think i might die lit ,throw these racks on my gravestone, foe
i think this a different mode (nah), we ain’t strippers, we up’n pole (uh)
what they think is a brand new load, gettin’ stepped on like pinky toes (right)

what i’m whippin’ like tinted chrome, my b+tch got two different phones
my b+tch got a different tone, my wrist got a different tone (hoo)
she said she don’t wanna seem easy, i told her baby we grown (huh)
like we puttiin’ sh+t out the crib, we touch it then get it gone (ruh)

the plug cannot do no wrong, right, i live out that sp+ce alone (huh)
when i f+ck i can’t bring her home, nah , it’s givenchy or get her chrome hearts
i tell that b+tch pick up the phone, hold up, just pick up the phone
wait + pick up the phone (h+llo), b+tch + pick up the phone

(huh) i’m off the wocky (skrr, skrr) + givenchy, versace
i’m out of my body (huh), the bl!ck ricky bobby (frrr)
it’s bails outs and high+speeds (huh)
these benjamin franks (huh), make a b+tch suck it sloppy (get it in)

i’m feedin’ my dime piece, i trap off a pay phone
i think i might die lit, throw these racks on my gravestone, foe
i think this a different mode, what she think was two different hoes
what they think is a brand new load, gettin’ stepped on like pinky toes
(bail out! bail out! bail out! bail out! bail out! that’s him!)
what i’m whippin’ like tinted chrome, my b+tch got two different phones
my b+tch got a different tone, my wrist got a different tone (hoo)
i think i’m a king kong (uh), in new york like i’m jimmy jones (right)
like we pulttin’ sh+t out the crib, we touch it then get it gone (huh)

- uche chicago lyrics

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