Wish she didn't pop in my head when the song play
Make me wanna pop a pill and drive on the highway
Is this what you really feeling
Telling me you need this healing
Stacking my bread to the ceiling
My nuts what this bitch is stealing
Like a squirrel, buy her pearl
Give her all the f*cking world
Love you bitch
Make you rich
Hella nice to meet you girl
(yeah, yeah its hella nice to meet you girl)
(yeah its hella nice to meet you girl)
Hitting backshot in pajama playing blackjack no Nevada
No bitch I am not your father bring the heat it feel like sauna
You gon' live your life in misery you see me now you missing me
She caught the wave that I got buzzed like an ocean surfing bumblebee
I love to see you humble hoe a magician with trickery
I hope you know you fumbled though no plans of living history
(off a perky, off a perky, off a perky, off a perky)
All you pussies need to lead by an example
If you see me and my team you getting trampled
Know I'm clinging to the beat I leave it strangled
Got the same clothes earrings in my earlobe
All you pussies need to lead by an example
If you see me and my team you getting trampled
Know I'm clinging to the beat I leave it strangled
Got the same clothes earrings in my earlobe
I know you don't love me believe it or not
I admit I'm a junky you leaving or nah
Leaving the crib with a kid in her jaw
Scorched from the flames so I'm keeping it hot
And I might end up inside the f*cking pen
As long I got a pen to jot to jot all of my thoughts
I'll you all again when I'm rotting under the rocks
I wish I never seen you but I hope it don't come true
Cause every little feeling I remember been with you
We was backyard hopping robbers with some dreams and bad tattoos
Now I'm making all my dreams come true but I ain't here with you
I ain't tripping bout a bitch I get a new hoe
Whip your face I ain't bouta cause your tears old
Yeah she gon' tie my lace and lace my damn drugs
Yeah she gon' give me face cuz I'm the damn plug
Call up rich and he be speaking bout some money moves
Count the list how we get mula you be hella spooked
Know that ricco cock that pistol imma handle it
Running down the block with hallow tips I'm finna clip the kid
Ricco - Postpartum (feat. VKTHEEIMPALER) Lyrics
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Wish she didn't pop in my head when the song play
Make me wanna pop a pill and drive on the highway
Is this what you really feeling
Telling me you need this healing
Stacking my bread to the ceiling
My nuts what this bitch is stealing
Like a squirrel, buy her pearl
Give her all the f*cking world
Love you bitch
Make you rich
Hella nice to meet you girl
(yeah, yeah its hella nice to meet you girl)
(yeah its hella nice to meet you girl)
Hitting backshot in pajama playing blackjack no Nevada
No bitch I am not your father bring the heat it feel like sauna
You gon' live your life in misery you see me now you missing me
She caught the wave that I got buzzed like an ocean surfing bumblebee
I love to see you humble hoe a magician with trickery
I hope you know you fumbled though no plans of living history
(off a perky, off a perky, off a perky, off a perky)
All you pussies need to lead by an example
If you see me and my team you getting trampled
Know I'm clinging to the beat I leave it strangled
Got the same clothes earrings in my earlobe
All you pussies need to lead by an example
If you see me and my team you getting trampled
Know I'm clinging to the beat I leave it strangled
Got the same clothes earrings in my earlobe
I know you don't love me believe it or not
I admit I'm a junky you leaving or nah
Leaving the crib with a kid in her jaw
Scorched from the flames so I'm keeping it hot
And I might end up inside the f*cking pen
As long I got a pen to jot to jot all of my thoughts
I'll you all again when I'm rotting under the rocks
I wish I never seen you but I hope it don't come true
Cause every little feeling I remember been with you
We was backyard hopping robbers with some dreams and bad tattoos
Now I'm making all my dreams come true but I ain't here with you
I ain't tripping bout a bitch I get a new hoe
Whip your face I ain't bouta cause your tears old
Yeah she gon' tie my lace and lace my damn drugs
Yeah she gon' give me face cuz I'm the damn plug
Call up rich and he be speaking bout some money moves
Count the list how we get mula you be hella spooked
Know that ricco cock that pistol imma handle it
Running down the block with hallow tips I'm finna clip the kid
Make me wanna pop a pill and drive on the highway
Is this what you really feeling
Telling me you need this healing
Stacking my bread to the ceiling
My nuts what this bitch is stealing
Like a squirrel, buy her pearl
Give her all the f*cking world
Love you bitch
Make you rich
Hella nice to meet you girl
(yeah, yeah its hella nice to meet you girl)
(yeah its hella nice to meet you girl)
Hitting backshot in pajama playing blackjack no Nevada
No bitch I am not your father bring the heat it feel like sauna
You gon' live your life in misery you see me now you missing me
She caught the wave that I got buzzed like an ocean surfing bumblebee
I love to see you humble hoe a magician with trickery
I hope you know you fumbled though no plans of living history
(off a perky, off a perky, off a perky, off a perky)
All you pussies need to lead by an example
If you see me and my team you getting trampled
Know I'm clinging to the beat I leave it strangled
Got the same clothes earrings in my earlobe
All you pussies need to lead by an example
If you see me and my team you getting trampled
Know I'm clinging to the beat I leave it strangled
Got the same clothes earrings in my earlobe
I know you don't love me believe it or not
I admit I'm a junky you leaving or nah
Leaving the crib with a kid in her jaw
Scorched from the flames so I'm keeping it hot
And I might end up inside the f*cking pen
As long I got a pen to jot to jot all of my thoughts
I'll you all again when I'm rotting under the rocks
I wish I never seen you but I hope it don't come true
Cause every little feeling I remember been with you
We was backyard hopping robbers with some dreams and bad tattoos
Now I'm making all my dreams come true but I ain't here with you
I ain't tripping bout a bitch I get a new hoe
Whip your face I ain't bouta cause your tears old
Yeah she gon' tie my lace and lace my damn drugs
Yeah she gon' give me face cuz I'm the damn plug
Call up rich and he be speaking bout some money moves
Count the list how we get mula you be hella spooked
Know that ricco cock that pistol imma handle it
Running down the block with hallow tips I'm finna clip the kid
Writer: Eric Johannsen, Vlad Bilek
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid