Rick James
Lyrics
Talk all that good shit man, all that
Motherfucking nigga
Nigga nigga gone act like
I ain't that nigga, boy goddamn fuck
The fuck I got to say to these motherfuckers
Fuck that shit
Ugh
Big flame with a with a big wave
Muhfuck yo couch, bitch I'm Rick James
I never had much, pockets full of lint change
So when I get it, overcompensate with six chains
Has to be
Big flame, with a big wave
Get what I want
Said come here and then that bitch came
I said I was done with rapping I was sixteen
I was capping, now I'm captain of the Sistine
Masterpiece
Moving on these niggas, think I'm Master P
Something you have to see
My nigga pass the tree
I been off the turf, feel like an athlete
Fuck is you asking me
Fuck is you asking me
Like really is you that nigga that these motherfuckers ask to be
No really it has to be that kid that killa
That boy been tapping in
My talent tackling, all of yo pride
These niggas hassle in, I take my time and probably
Smoke that shit out to euphoria
The two notorious
Go fi fi fi fi I put like four in em
The copper pouring em
I pack that foreign drop yo foe and em
And tell yo patna fa ya boys get popped that paranoid itch
Make a body twitch, and couple commas switch they sick of me
I slit yo sympathies, we do it differently
Me and my brodie got the same synergy
Pack the stick with me
Hit up bro in Atlanta in tandem heavy artilleries
Glued to my apparatus
Split ya mind in like lines a symmetry nigga
Uh ye yeah
Fuck them niggas, they don't care
Too much motion, you could never find some hate over here
I been medicated every day
All these niggas say they educated, smell a snake
Hit the scene and cause a quake
Shake the town, shawty want eat me
Bitch I'm baked and brown
I need some cake to pound
You can't deface the crown
Blizzy my chaser, think I escaped the pound
Re'up and break it down
I need a
Big flame
Big, big flame with a wit a big wave
Muhfuck yo couch, bitch I'm Rick James
I never had much, pockets full of lint change
So when I get it, overcompensate with six chains
Masterpiece
Moving on these niggas, think I'm Master P
Something you have to see
My nigga pass the tree
I been off the turf, feel like a athlete
Fuck is you asking me
Talk all that good shit man, all that
Motherfucking nigga
Nigga nigga gone act like
I ain't that nigga, boy goddamn fuck
The fuck I got to say to these motherfuckers
Fuck that shit
Ugh
Big flame with a with a big wave
Muhfuck yo couch, bitch I'm Rick James
I never had much, pockets full of lint change
So when I get it, overcompensate with six chains
Has to be
Big flame, with a big wave
Get what I want
Said come here and then that bitch came
I said I was done with rapping I was sixteen
I was capping, now I'm captain of the Sistine
Masterpiece
Moving on these niggas, think I'm Master P
Something you have to see
My nigga pass the tree
I been off the turf, feel like an athlete
Fuck is you asking me
Fuck is you asking me
Like really is you that nigga that these motherfuckers ask to be
No really it has to be that kid that killa
That boy been tapping in
My talent tackling, all of yo pride
These niggas hassle in, I take my time and probably
Smoke that shit out to euphoria
The two notorious
Go fi fi fi fi I put like four in em
The copper pouring em
I pack that foreign drop yo foe and em
And tell yo patna fa ya boys get popped that paranoid itch
Make a body twitch, and couple commas switch they sick of me
I slit yo sympathies, we do it differently
Me and my brodie got the same synergy
Pack the stick with me
Hit up bro in Atlanta in tandem heavy artilleries
Glued to my apparatus
Split ya mind in like lines a symmetry nigga
Uh ye yeah
Fuck them niggas, they don't care
Too much motion, you could never find some hate over here
I been medicated every day
All these niggas say they educated, smell a snake
Hit the scene and cause a quake
Shake the town, shawty want eat me
Bitch I'm baked and brown
I need some cake to pound
You can't deface the crown
Blizzy my chaser, think I escaped the pound
Re'up and break it down
I need a
Big flame
Big, big flame with a wit a big wave
Muhfuck yo couch, bitch I'm Rick James
I never had much, pockets full of lint change
So when I get it, overcompensate with six chains
Masterpiece
Moving on these niggas, think I'm Master P
Something you have to see
My nigga pass the tree
I been off the turf, feel like a athlete
Fuck is you asking me
Writer(s): Erik Tuft, Jonathan Jug
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DistroKid, Songtrust Ave
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