Ricoe - Phil Jackson Lyrics

I treat my bitches like my daughters
It ain't tricking bitch it's child support
And shit they treat me like it too
Don't do no back and forth
I don't give a f*ck about your nigga
Do he breath?
Do he bleed?
Shit ight
Then why the f*ck you telling me?
I like bitches with discretion
I don't want no EatAhBeat
Bitch don't tell me that you hungry
If you ain't thought 'bout eating me
Come pull up but I'm gon' warn you
I slut out my BNBs
And I don't know 'bout me and you
I'm only worried 'bout me and me
Phil Jackson all my shorties they got rings
And I could coach you
Make my roster all play they positions
Like they supposed to
Lil hoes shoot the
And my tall hoes play the post too
You don't see me post them
So why would I go post you?
I love my shorties
But none of them more than Pro Tools
Ain't no constant talking
Bitch be happy that I wrote you
Bitch a lil sheltered
So I show her South of France
She procrastinated packing
So we shopping when we land
This shit ain't no rap cap
My life just sound good
I speak to the mic
And them speakers speak to they pussy
They fall right in line
And don't try to play no hooky
You do what you supposed to do
You do not get a cookie
Ricoe how you get them going?
Start the car and drop the clutch
(Aye let it breath)
Can you do that bitch?
One hand on your throat
That creaming triggered my attack switch
Say she wanna smoke
Eh bitch match this
I'm just like a man
I'm gon' admire how your ass sits
Remember it's a I in sister
But it ain't no I in team
F*cking one of them one come in
And she come down with the INT
Phil Jackson all my shorties they got rings
And I could coach you
Make my roster all play they positions
Like they supposed to
Lil hoes shoot the
And my tall hoes play the post too
You don't see me post them
So why would I go post you?
I love my shorties
But none of them more than Pro Tools
Ain't no constant talking
Bitch be happy that I wrote you
Bitch a lil sheltered
So I show her South of France
She procrastinated packing
So we shopping when we land