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Bắt đầu làm bài nào

Rico, Rico, Rico,
Who is Mike crazy
Aye

I went to Benihana
And I'm sheets and funnel
You a wannabe, who be (woah)
I'm 'bout the commas (yeah, yeah, yeah)
See me in the on any day
I'm 'bout that drama (haha, yeah)
And you know I the heat on me
Ain't bout the summer

Key Lime OG (what?)
And this car got two (it got two seats)
I hop out it dank
You can it on me
that shit myself
I ain't call police (huh, what?)
Keep that bitch on a (woah)
Or keep bitch from 'round me
Yeah,

Walkin' wit' a attitude like what's the problem? (What's the hoe?)
I don't with DMX I'm with some (huh?) Ruff Ryders
Gas got me high as shit but no, I ain't the (I ain't the, huh?)
I'm the whole meal you hangin' (huh?) a whole biter (yeah)
I was hustling these niggas was wearing Spyder (huh?)
And I'm like I'm workin' in a fuckin' diner (yeah, yeah)
Bitch I been the flame, I just need a (need a lighter)
I'm a doer all these bitches like some mighters (yeah)
With the I got the Midas (I got the Midas)
Ace of Spades, you drinkin' apple cider (apple cider)
When I see that hoe, I'ma fuckin' fight her (I'ma fight her)
Mike Tyson (huh?), fuckin' bite her (bitch, yuh)
Huh, shit! my lighter? (Where my lighter?)
I that I'll be the best, I don't need no title (I don't need no title)
up in the ring, who my fuckin' rival? (Who my rival?)
Nigga fuck that, go grab the (huh, huh, yeah)
Spray the champagne, my nigga's get to (woah, yeah)
Got your bitch mad, she we childish (yeah, huh, yeah)
I'm just tryna on anyone who doubt it (woah, woah, woah)
Your jewelry fake boy, it's lookin' real (Rico, Rico, yeah)
I'm fresh to death, my 'bout to have a bounty (yeah)
Walk up in the club, don't pat down me (huh, yeah, yeah)
I'm gettin' money while these bitches out lounging (yeah, woah, yeah)
workin' all week, my bank account astounding

Sm-smoking Key OG
And car got two seats
I hop out it dank
You-you can it on me
that shit myself
I ain't gon' police
Keep that on a leash
Or that bitch from 'round me
(Smoking Key OG)
And this car got two
(when I hop out it dank)
You-you can it on me
(Handle that myself)
I-I ain't gon' call
Keep bitch on a leash
Or keep that bitch 'round me
Yeah,