Ricco
Extra sauce on the fettuccini
I get them crossed with vergine oil why they extra sheeny
I drank Martini
Ice cold, glass with the misty glow
Too many dollas might just miss da show
Pretty thang she up under me
Mistletoe
Equipped like barbers when I switch the flow
I kiss her cheeks but I ain’t talking about no facial features
I ate the p#ss# like a pack of peaches
Huh
She suck me off on these linen sheets
While I squeeze her buns like some dinner trеats
First course, I got an appetite
Turn to a frеak in the candle light
That smash I might
I spun the circle at a faster tilt
No match on field
Specatatin’
I sat my #ss on silk
No mass appeal
Rappers more white than a glass of milk
I guess I lack those
Sympathies, for your jacked out tilt
Intolerant, is how i feel
Big shoes to fill
Yet my feet still up out of the heel
Rather get killed than lay in blood and squeal son
It’s only one life;
Make it, or make a subtle win sum
Labels handing out busted deals
Dont trust the skill
They rather sign up rappers
Who earn tax to bill
I do a backflip on two massive stilts
The style thorough
Was sent, know its my time to build
Knowing that its my time
Royal arena thought that I may already hit my prime
But that boy needed dojo training and age like wine
One shot, but deep patience is what he could not find
Could only blame himself
He wouldn’t take no help
Hiiipower to the ones who know how that hunger felt
It’s when you play yourself
It’s when you under sell
Everything that you is
Like that sh#t did not exist
So you lived to tell
Extra sauce on the fettuccini
I get them crossed with vergine oil why they extra sheeny
I drank Martini
Ice cold, glass with the misty glow
Too many dollas might just miss da show
Pretty thang she up under me
Mistletoe
Equipped like barbers when I switch the flow
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