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letra de big dick energy - rico nasty

[intro]
yeah, rico! rico!
oh my f-cking god

[verse 1]
whenever i don’t get my way, b-tch, i get real belligerent
have a pot to p-ss in, and now i’m p-ssing on ’em and they sick
i need a doctor visit, tell me doctor, am i really sick?
he said i’m showin’ characteristics of bein’ a sn0bby b-tch
yeah i’m a poppin’ b-tch, and i know it ain’t hard for you to see
i used to watch tv, now i’m the b-tch you seein’ on tv
i pray to god that my thousands can turn into some millions
and to some billions, that’s just my everyday feeling
they keep on asking how i’m feeling

[verse 2]
but sh-t, how would you feel?
whenever everybody else is hungry and you servin’ the meals
i’m grippin’ the wheel, i’m praying that i don’t get a ticket
even if you movin’ fast, the chance could still come and you’ll miss it
apply it and risk it, ’cause everyday ain’t promised a visit
how you expect to learn anything when you talk more than listen?
or bark more than bitten?
they keep on sendin’ shots but they missing
i invite b-tches to my hotel room, and i got ’em kissing
getting money, the objective of all of my daily missions
everybody got a problem with me, but i just don’t get it
i can’t even go nowhere no more, ’cause they want a picture
if money made out of lemonade, then i need me a pitcher
smoking on some gold papers, b-tches shout when you hit it
you can’t get me out my character, ’cause i’m ’bout my business
i’m wit’ a white b-tch, she snort more sh-t then bobby and whitney
they don’t like to hear the moves i make, ’cause they stuck in a pivot
they took the sauce and yeah, i want it back, does that make me stingy?
they call me weird ’cause i don’t look like none of these other b-tches
they can’t stand to see me, when they cringe, when they see my picture
i already know i’m realer, and you don’t even know the difference
all my sh-t original and i don’t ever need a witness
when i’m talking money, you say what you say, ’cause you can’t comprehend it
listenin’ to aretha franklin, thumbing through some benjamins
i mixed the molly with the percocets, sounds like an even blend

[verse 3]
b-tches wanna swag surf, ’cause they see i set the trends
rico, what that bag worth? b-tch, you better not ask again
gettin’ on my d-mn nerves, i might swerve in the benz
b-tches act like birds in the coupe i be in
better sn-tch your girl when the troops walkin’ in
so much smoke in the air, you think snoop up in here
i got purple and i got that sh-t with fuzzy orange haze
for every b-tch that’s hating, i’ma put one in the air
(whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!)

- rico nasty

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