Ricky T. Surfi, I'm fresher than Doublemint
I'm the Jack Rabbit, don't care who you runnin' with
Son peeped my treesh, Now he feignin, in love with it
Ho Outta season, man, that was my summer bitch
Labor Day passed, I stayed for the f*ck of it
Hit the bitch raw, But she don't know my government
Shit I be sayin' is flames, When I'm done with it
Wanna touch the mic, Then you gon' need a oven mitt
Rollin off M, Badaboppa I'm lovin' it
We in the kitchen, She on her knees suckin' dick
One in the head, Whippin' up wit my other wrist
You ain't did none of this, I'm on some other shit
Who goin' dumb as this, Must ain't discovered it
Big Twenty Fourty, I dubbin' shit
Up then it's stuck, f*ck you mean, No dubbin' it
Glocky like Scottie get beamed to the mothership
F*ckin' bitch
I'm pushin' P, keep it playa like Bellamy
All the pressure, it feel like it fell on me
Hatin' a nigga, Committin' a felony
Just like Weebay, they know my pedigree
Hopin' a bitch nigga never tell on me
Suggestion box closed, F*ck is you tellin' me
I don't buy bullshit, you cannot sell to me
Boomin wit bars, Slide on the melody
Is there heaven for a thug, It's feelin' like hell to me
Like a sideline referee, Handin' out penalties
When f*ck niggas try to f*ck up my energy
That's when a nigga tap into his inner G
Finesse for money bags, I ain't from Tennessee
Moved back in, had to extend the lease
Just restarted, So It ain't no end to me
Real niggas can't hang with pretend to be
Don't call me bro, You ain't no kin to me
In the hood with the chicken like Kennedy's
Up to no good, Smokin' woods with a tender piece
Wanna thrill, got pills, they ten a peace
Amoneygreen - TRIPLE H, STONE COLD (feat. Ricky Tarantino) Lyrics
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Ricky T. Surfi, I'm fresher than Doublemint
I'm the Jack Rabbit, don't care who you runnin' with
Son peeped my treesh, Now he feignin, in love with it
Ho Outta season, man, that was my summer bitch
Labor Day passed, I stayed for the f*ck of it
Hit the bitch raw, But she don't know my government
Shit I be sayin' is flames, When I'm done with it
Wanna touch the mic, Then you gon' need a oven mitt
Rollin off M, Badaboppa I'm lovin' it
We in the kitchen, She on her knees suckin' dick
One in the head, Whippin' up wit my other wrist
You ain't did none of this, I'm on some other shit
Who goin' dumb as this, Must ain't discovered it
Big Twenty Fourty, I dubbin' shit
Up then it's stuck, f*ck you mean, No dubbin' it
Glocky like Scottie get beamed to the mothership
F*ckin' bitch
I'm pushin' P, keep it playa like Bellamy
All the pressure, it feel like it fell on me
Hatin' a nigga, Committin' a felony
Just like Weebay, they know my pedigree
Hopin' a bitch nigga never tell on me
Suggestion box closed, F*ck is you tellin' me
I don't buy bullshit, you cannot sell to me
Boomin wit bars, Slide on the melody
Is there heaven for a thug, It's feelin' like hell to me
Like a sideline referee, Handin' out penalties
When f*ck niggas try to f*ck up my energy
That's when a nigga tap into his inner G
Finesse for money bags, I ain't from Tennessee
Moved back in, had to extend the lease
Just restarted, So It ain't no end to me
Real niggas can't hang with pretend to be
Don't call me bro, You ain't no kin to me
In the hood with the chicken like Kennedy's
Up to no good, Smokin' woods with a tender piece
Wanna thrill, got pills, they ten a peace
I'm the Jack Rabbit, don't care who you runnin' with
Son peeped my treesh, Now he feignin, in love with it
Ho Outta season, man, that was my summer bitch
Labor Day passed, I stayed for the f*ck of it
Hit the bitch raw, But she don't know my government
Shit I be sayin' is flames, When I'm done with it
Wanna touch the mic, Then you gon' need a oven mitt
Rollin off M, Badaboppa I'm lovin' it
We in the kitchen, She on her knees suckin' dick
One in the head, Whippin' up wit my other wrist
You ain't did none of this, I'm on some other shit
Who goin' dumb as this, Must ain't discovered it
Big Twenty Fourty, I dubbin' shit
Up then it's stuck, f*ck you mean, No dubbin' it
Glocky like Scottie get beamed to the mothership
F*ckin' bitch
I'm pushin' P, keep it playa like Bellamy
All the pressure, it feel like it fell on me
Hatin' a nigga, Committin' a felony
Just like Weebay, they know my pedigree
Hopin' a bitch nigga never tell on me
Suggestion box closed, F*ck is you tellin' me
I don't buy bullshit, you cannot sell to me
Boomin wit bars, Slide on the melody
Is there heaven for a thug, It's feelin' like hell to me
Like a sideline referee, Handin' out penalties
When f*ck niggas try to f*ck up my energy
That's when a nigga tap into his inner G
Finesse for money bags, I ain't from Tennessee
Moved back in, had to extend the lease
Just restarted, So It ain't no end to me
Real niggas can't hang with pretend to be
Don't call me bro, You ain't no kin to me
In the hood with the chicken like Kennedy's
Up to no good, Smokin' woods with a tender piece
Wanna thrill, got pills, they ten a peace
Writer: Aaron Green, T Santos
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