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letra de rico - willtharapper

[intro]
aye, aye, look
what it do man
yo what it do man
aye, look, aye

[verse 1]
we might get hit with the rico (aye)
we might get hit with the plug
and will ain’t the plug if you ain’t got no kilos
if he do then i’m coming through with my f-cking dibo
off my muhf-ckin’ debo
and i ride around with my pistol like that sh-t is legal (oh)
that’s game i only feel ceelo (ceelo)
finesse him, he dumb as finito (nito)
the way that i shoot is like curry
cause i be a mess when i let off this trio (thirty)
wildin’ i feel like i’m stevo (stevo)
you actor boy, you benny siegel (siegel)
and no i don’t brag about licks that i hit
cause i keep all my sh-t on the d low (on the d low)
i do not care what you say to me
you ain’t the man you portray to be
finna come through with my plan
you just wait and see
gotta wait patiently
i move from a to b
balling like i’m on a couch on fader 3
up in the stew cooking up like a bakery
you think you know me but you just mistaking me
part of the reasons why n-gg-s keep hating me
they gon’ hate more when they realise they time up
they will stop blowing my muhf-ckin’ line up
so many b-tches i can’t make my mind up
but focused on b-tches, go f-ck your whole grind up
jump outta line and they eat all you rind up
you believe everything you see and fine up
resume, awol man you can search line up
so much weight on me i’m f-cking my spine up
i been up cotting and scheming like rico
i wanna come up like i’m al pacino
these n-gg-s bluffing, they joke is enough
and they pull out, they call like i’m at a casino
i’m finna blow like some muhf-ckin’ c-4
yeah they all know i’m the one like i’m neyo
f-ck my old judge and my muhf-ckin’ po
they want me up in the hole like i’m zero

[verse 2]
whoa n-gg-s be rattin’ like rico
and that’s why i stay with the metal magneto
i aim at your brain, it go bang, you finito
i wrap up the beef with some sh-lls, no burrito
hey here’s what she say my d-ck dope like a kilo
she wet and she green i should call that b-tch mio
she lost in her feelings, might call that b-tch nemo
if life is a gamble your b-tch a casino
where’s my hero
b-tches be wildin’ for cool points (wha)
these ain’t my hoes, these be school joints (school joints)
i got a b-tch that can take it
but it’s not my b-tch, it’s my fake sis (hey sis)
don’t put me on snap when you take pics (whoa)
my n-gg-s might get your -ss beat
you was her mc monday but catch up
i f-cked that b-tch last week
and that lil’ b-tch she a f-ck freak (mwah)
i’m all her buns like some lunch meat (mwah)
and tell that lil’ boy if he want beef (bllllr)
we got them troubles like buck teeth
boy i been on murder for ages (on murder)
since snitches was making front pages (shhs)
i beat your cous up on stage
your n-gg- still go to r ages
i bet your blame is
add this new crank once you play this
you know this sh-t rocking like trayvis
sh-t, i meant traviss
dope got me out like an addict (that’s cool)
rap n-gg-s looking so tragic
i’m only 18 making plays like it’s madness
fly like the rug on aladdin
man i be spazzing, n-gg-s say he gonna rob me
i wish he would i could cap him
can’t let that happen
40 like b-tches, with plain reaction
they get to clapping
man f-ck the beat acapella stay rapping
man f-ck the records the trap is still slapping whoa
aye they try to do me like rico, aye
leave my sh-t dead on the street though, aye
you are a b-tch and a beef hoe
police says you are a co
wanna come outside on the street though
i’m at your front door with red pains for the people
he up in court like he shooting a freak though
but let me say less
i’m done with this beat though, whoa

- willtharapper

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