Landlord Lyrics – $ixFigureRicky

Wrist watch Rollie, President
I’m more like a Landlord, ya’ll are just the residents
Light a big #ss backwood, I shall leave no reminents
My main ***** bad, but heaven sent

Pull up to the function got them ***** asking “What’s that scent?”
Like Z-Money
In these Balencis’, baby, you know I take expensive steps
7.62 bullet about as long as a pencil tip

Don’t give me lip, aim it at your torso it’s gon’ blow your hip
I remember be young, juggin’ hard for expensive fits
****** on gl*cks, and it came with a pair of t#ts
AR-15s, but I still can’t find the cooling kit

So don’t get hit, I’d really hate to leave a ***** momma sick
Bullets out the AR gonna knock off them designer kicks
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$ixFigureRicky Lyrics – Landlord

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Landlord