Rip it up, flare it up then we all done
Bring her right back, girl wanna have fun
Zip it up, flare it up call her my hun
Gave her my swirl, then I gotta run
Hit that shit like its a drum
Save my money, need my crumb
Ass so fat, that shit is dumb
Leg got weak, my shit is numb
Light footed on the feet, so that bitch can sleep
Drop a few bands boy, I ain't cheap
Follow the trend, bitch you a sheep
If she buy dinner, then she a keep (yup)
Grew up like the six, with the tricks, and the gunners
Pushing all this shit, like professional plumbers
Mixing with my clique, got the sticks with the runners
Cold heart drummers, my brothers other mothers
Love counting numbers, I be jumping off the uppers
She a eater, munching supper she be grubbing on my lumber
I'm a real world wonder, better hide undercovers
You not my youngster
Ricco - Rip It Up (feat. VKTHEEIMPALER) Lyrics
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Rip it up, flare it up then we all done
Bring her right back, girl wanna have fun
Zip it up, flare it up call her my hun
Gave her my swirl, then I gotta run
Hit that shit like its a drum
Save my money, need my crumb
Ass so fat, that shit is dumb
Leg got weak, my shit is numb
Light footed on the feet, so that bitch can sleep
Drop a few bands boy, I ain't cheap
Follow the trend, bitch you a sheep
If she buy dinner, then she a keep (yup)
Grew up like the six, with the tricks, and the gunners
Pushing all this shit, like professional plumbers
Mixing with my clique, got the sticks with the runners
Cold heart drummers, my brothers other mothers
Love counting numbers, I be jumping off the uppers
She a eater, munching supper she be grubbing on my lumber
I'm a real world wonder, better hide undercovers
You not my youngster
Bring her right back, girl wanna have fun
Zip it up, flare it up call her my hun
Gave her my swirl, then I gotta run
Hit that shit like its a drum
Save my money, need my crumb
Ass so fat, that shit is dumb
Leg got weak, my shit is numb
Light footed on the feet, so that bitch can sleep
Drop a few bands boy, I ain't cheap
Follow the trend, bitch you a sheep
If she buy dinner, then she a keep (yup)
Grew up like the six, with the tricks, and the gunners
Pushing all this shit, like professional plumbers
Mixing with my clique, got the sticks with the runners
Cold heart drummers, my brothers other mothers
Love counting numbers, I be jumping off the uppers
She a eater, munching supper she be grubbing on my lumber
I'm a real world wonder, better hide undercovers
You not my youngster
Writer: Vladimir Bilek, Eric Johannsen
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