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letra de party with rico - rico xyy

[intro:]
makarov beats

[chrous:]
your b-tch wanna party with rico
she could never kick it with me tho’
n-ggas no quieren fumar conmigo
they know i’m going to the top like a tree ho’
speaking of top tell her suck on me, deepthroat
spicy, i been hot sh-t, jalepeño
shoot never miss, yea we shootin’ them free throws
i been all about my green no ceelo!
[verse 1:]
yea i go nuts in her cookie, macadamia
blasphemy?, i pull out the mac and aim at you, bah!
me and my n-ggas won’t play with you
we go to war with you, and whoever came with you
what’s up son? like if it’s 6 am
that means when you see me n-gga, it’s up like sunrise!
sh-t’ll go left, if you n-ggas don’t come right
i got the coronet, none of you n-ggas can touch minе!
i’m the don n-gga, but i ain’t done yet
been on my d-ck so long and i ain’t cum yеt
number two on n-ggas, and i ain’t won yet
the hottest it’s going down like the sunset
ate them up raw, now my stomachs upset
compete with who? n-gga, i ain’t in no contest
and honestly, ain’t a n-gga f-ckin’ with my pen
they know rico got the motherf-ckin’ juice no gin
this that bentley bac’ and the top is missin’
got this sh-t on lock, told it stop resisting
it was this year when i realized, n-ggas be p-ssed at me with no pot to p-ss in
tell that p-ssy run up now the clock is tickin’
they chase p-ssy, f-ck a b-tch man i’m chasin’ a bag
i ain’t steppin’ on cracks, but i’m breaking her back
these n-ggas make me wanna puke, like b-tches say that’s the gag, word

[refrain:]
are you sh-ttin’ me n-gga? asscrack!
let’s get it crackin’ i ain’t talking ‘bout a bad back
i get more racks than a clothes-rack at a boutique
if you ain’t get that n-gga, i be where the bag at
no teen titans, but you know i go beast boy
no thanksgiving, but i only see a feast boy
you gonn’ come and do what? pull up n-gga
boy, you my daughter put you in a pull up n-gga
[verse 2:]
which one of you n-ggas want smoke?
none of you n-ggas gonn’ pop! [pop!]
f-ck squashing sh-t, this ain’t veggies
this bl!ck dance, cha cha slide on a opp! [on a opp!]
lurkin’ on my fl!cks, but i send them
before i act up, give me my props
ain’t reporting sh-t but i pull up in that new new in some news this ain’t fox!

[verse: 3]
look, i ain’t with the rah, knock a n-gga out, m ali
no nfl but you n-ggas ain’t in my league
this ain’t a act, i’m way to blunt n-gga, emily
i’m risin’ to the upper echelons, bel ami
i got bars for days like i did a felony
ain’t no vanellope here n-gga, ain’t sh-t von sweet
are you dumb? you f-ck with me you gonn’ need therapy!
tell my haters open wide, and right there i pee, uh
[bridge:]
you thought it was over? i’m just gettin’ started, boy
nah i ain’t just a rapper, i’m a whole artist, boy
nah i ain’t copped my cuban yet, but i’m cold hearted, boy
are you stupid? dumb, or slow? or are you retarted?! boy!

[verse: 4]
n-ggas make claims, how ‘bout you claim a diploma?
been sleepin’ on me for a while, they in the state of a coma
the money? yea i’m getting more than cities in oklahoma
the illest n-gga in the game, i’m sicker than the corona
i told you i was bringin’ heat like phoenix in arizona
they on my c-ck, tell them n-ggas chill ‘cuz they ain’t palomas
ho’s talking sh-t body on bison, with a face like fiona
i’m up next and they careers going south like dakota, n-gga! [ahah!]

[outro:]
green no ceelo, n-ggas don’t want no smoke with me tho
put you up there with god, rest in peace tho
uh, t.u.p
yeah boy!

- rico xyy

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