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letra de r.i.c.o. - brandon ross

(opening)
keep on talking sh-t and you gon’ have a busted lip yo
i’ma steal your girl, oh i forgot she was a hippo
guess i’ma skip so, inside some jordans i’ma tip toe
and never lose the focus that the mission is to get dough

(verse)
uhh, no mercy until i’m in a murci’
i spit that magic that be mixed with worthy
add jabbar inside these bars
dawg you can’t hurt me. can’t kirk me
cause i be d-rose and you second like you hinrich
they diagnosed my lines sick so watch me blow their minds quick
you choke under pressure, am i gon’ have to do the heimlich?
i think your girl be needing a spine check cause i hit it from the back
yo it’s ironic that your -ss will stay behind this
i wanna use my money as a napkin that i dine with
and other c-cky sh-t to get the people talking quick
they hating what i do but watch the way they’re gonna copy it
you see me slipping? throw me in a studio and lock me in
i’m styling with some cl-ss so where’s my scholarship?
i bet a couple rappers wishing bross would call it quits
but will i? i really feel i, could make a milli, and turn your years to milliseconds if i let these lyrics spill out
what they gonna do now that brandon has gone and grown up?
i made my own lane so these lames will never keep me slowed up
i tell them boys to hold up, the red carpet’s been rolled up
your career is over, in the can just like you grover
i got a lot of buzz just like a busy motorola of a dealer with some green that’s got the dankest of the odors
i’m hungry for it all, i want the king like finding cobras
but for now, i got your girl making me meals to tie me over
yo bo knows bross flows. steaming like a crock pot pot roast
hotter than some freshly popped toast
it’s like some popcorn how i hop flows
everyone telling me i’m the key so watch me lock doors
b-tches prettier than flacko, i got em by the flock
and they all wanna kick it with me. hope you kicking rocks
you taking shots but shooting blanks, your gun be ticking like a clock
and you know i’m never missing and i be aiming for your heart
yo you know i’m always hitting. stay consistent when i’m with it
while your -ss is getting chewed just like the ear that tyson bit in
i five star dine. you eating burgers people spit in
my seat was a lawn chair but now the throne is where i sit in
how you gonna guard when you battling with a god?
you fake and wearing a mask like you fencing. homie en garde
never caught, try to catch up, i ain’t even spit my best stuff
i just crept up on the game and now i’m creeping out the best clubs
the game is full of snakes and they gon’ rush your crew
that’s the warning that i’ll give you, don’t you trust these dudes
cause they’re corrupt, these dudes
i’m going lamborghini speeds while you just putt putt through
i can’t be touched, can’t lose
i can’t rust, can’t bruise
but they be talking ’bout the r.i.c.o
i be feeling h-lla grande while you looking h-lla ito
you be looking like a cheapo, defeat me, you couldn’t reach and once they hear the way that b flows then they learn never to speak ohhh

- brandon ross

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