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ywf ricky p - rick's back lyrics

[verse 1]
never miss and i’ll never lose
no one understand my shoes
f+ck him and f+ck you too
king rick don’t stick to no truce
new sh+t rock in the booth
wrestle with your mind and knock out tooth
outlaw clock out for your time, it’s not too soon
to kiss my ass in it’s prime and guzzle my fumes
i live sublime, but p+ss off
the angry blonde, i’ma eat you alive
trigger happy, see river that deep
only matter time till i do you nasty
chelsea a b+tch, got issues with her daddy
kavan a snitch, stealin money from the valley
i’m the grinch, a lyrical bully from the valley
bull sharkowski, tear you apart in the alley

[hook]
rick’s back with ammo on the track, rick’s back
rick’s back with ammo on the track, rick’s back
rick’s back with ammo on the track, rick’s back
rick’s back with ammo on the track, rick’s back

[verse 2]
rick’s back he never gon let up
don’t understand you p+ssies with that whack ass get up
i grew up on pac and you grew up on pump
i grew up with loss, you grew up with lux
nerdy b+tch look like spock, i’m fresh in the tux
i light up the glock, you just flap all your gums
talkin all that talk, i walk where i’m from
give it all i got, that what i plot
when i’m clutching up the jot
rhymes on rhymes, i stay hot
crimes in rhymes, i slay opps
i’m from that era where lyrics matter
we splatter rappers off that pitter patter
turn them to batter with that spitter ladder
make quitters madder, choke, your next chapter
[hook]

[verse 3]
don’t f+ck with bea, she too much a druggie
need to get checked, too many hits, rugby
don’t f+ck with gabe, he cappin too much
claim he love cole, ain’t come up to the car show
got no bad blood, just kicking the facts
ain’t who i used to be, good luck using me
i’m a god with the beat, kinda odd with the beat
don’t follow the sheep, y’all throw shade on to me
i name droppin ya sheep, grenades poppin the scene
don’t f+ck with dudes, that finger on the bus
l!ckin up good what’s dripping, period blood
kids goofy these days, and wonder why i duck
walk away from your gaze, sweep under the rug
go ahead speak ill, got that soap for your tongue
ask kavan what i did when his mouth went on a run
still in recovery, crackhead sh+ggy been done

[hook]

- ywf ricky p lyrics

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