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letra de waitin on - rico cartel

[intro: rico cartel]
ayy, yeah
ayy, yeah, haha
i got lil’ nine in this b-tch with me, n-gga
yeah

[verse 1: rico cartel]
they waitin’ on lil wop (lil wop), they want me off the block (the block)
they say my name hot (it’s hot), lil’ boy, don’t catch a shot (a shot)
don’t need a hundred shots (no shots), my neighbor call the cops (the cops)
i shake you out your socks (your socks), she jockin’ on my c-ck (my c-ck)
i just copped a nine-piece, lil black, yeah, that’s my shooter (my shooter)
taco tuesday, drunk as f-ck, you know that i’m gon’ do it (oh yeah)
i ain’t got no whips for her, her homegirl gotta uber (oh yeah)
cougar b-tch, she like the way i get off with that ruger (yeah)
bobby brown, junkie dope, it make you feel like super (i’m super)
you ain’t gotta save the ho, she f-ck with us, just let her go (yeah)
rico f-ckin’ up her throat, i got the wheel, just watch me float (i’m floatin’)
ygb my f-ckin’ round, in the bricks, they lay you down (yeah)
she a freak, she wanna suck (yeah), he a p-ssy, he get bucked (oh yeah)
my lil’ haitian f-ck you up, my jamaicans come for you
wrong move, watch how you step, 30 hollow like i’m steph
you go right and i go left, i got flavor like a chef (a chef)

[interlude: 9lokknine]
cool, man, feel the hot, n-gga, feel the fire, n-gga, feel the yay, n-gga
you know what time it is, n-gga, this lil’ nine, n-gga
[verse 2: 9lokknine]
they waitin’ on lil’ nine, but already know i tote them pistols (yeah)
crop you out the frame, b-tch, you ain’t never in the picture (ain’t nothin’)
baby, i’m the sh-t, so you might need some toilet tissue (come on)
this nina here gon’ kiss you, your mama might just miss you (come here)
hollow stove hot, chest shot, hit your liver (ayy)
remember in december when we ain’t have a christmas (i swear)
break all in the house and hit the back, we poke your windows (yeah)
i love her and i miss her (come here), i’m talkin’ ’bout the skrilla (come on)
i’m ballin’ on these n-ggas, jumpshot, austin rivers (yeah)
hotter than a heater, heart colder than the winter (ayy)
switch it up, they bitin’ 9lokk, i’m fresh up out the system (i swear)
lil’ buddy felt the heater, man down, can’t trace the pistol (grraow)
she suck me like a lolli’, free lil jolly, f-ck a ransom (free him)
nine gon’ run him down like i played for the panthers (go get him)
really f-ck the b-tch ’cause she don’t own up to my standards (ain’t nothin’)
a sixty b-tch, i passed her and lil yo gon’ dirty dance her (i swear)
they don’t want no smoke with lil gucci, they don’t want no cancer (grraow)
investigation, it ain’t nothin’, i told ’em ain’t no answer (ayy)

[outro: 9lokknine]
come on, man, sizzlin’, man
lil’ nine, i told ’em ain’t no answer
ayy (i’m gone)
f-ck the b-tch, that ho a dirty dancer

- rico cartel

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