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letra de stop it 5 - ricky hil

limosa nostra, turn me up just a touch, yeah

[verse]
i’m a misfit put that on my mother
shout out to boo bonic, that’s my big brother
yeah i like the chronic, i’m nothing like the others
ask your mom i’m a simple motherf-cker ow
shout out to sl!ckville no doubt
she ain’t gwen but i’m nutting on her blouse
she got nothing on my spouse
throw that p-ssy on me never leave the house
ricky hil ride around in black crown vics
glenville we wear all black outfits
talk sh-t i’ll put my d-ck where your mouth is
dirt bag, dirty like the south is, yeah
young hil i’m ridiculous
every hoe around ya block wanna fl!ck of this
ricky sh-t getting blown by a british chick
let her l!ck her lips then i gotta d-ck the b-tch
and then i dissed the b-tch
riding round my city
every street got pot holes f-ckin gritty
i ain’t the biggest tiddies, but they my tiddies
it ain’t the biggest city, but its my city
b-tch we could roll clay til your throat sore
tell your girl go home with her cold sore
every single b-tch i meet get locked down
and every single b-tch she meet get c-cked down
[verse 2: bonic]
aye i’m bonic i’m the hottest n-gga in it
the funny same thing them b-tches say every time that i run up in it
fresh up to the fitted yall n-ggas didn’t did it
and the l to the i to the m to the o to the s n-gga ain’t wit it
ima spazz like i came into the game and out stretched
[?] b-tch you motherf-cking bet
…

- ricky hil

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