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Rico Kenny High off acid Fly like Aladdin On the red carpet Dressed in high fashion Rico, "How you doin'?" Bitch I'm outstandin' You couldn't get in, so you outside standin' I could stand still but my diamonds still dancin' He a hood nigga but I make him a romantic I'ma go and get the money like I am a addict Before I went and got a safe, I put it in my attic Hell nah I ain't classy More like sassy Smokin' out the bowl like the bitch named Sandy Taste like candy Hands like Randy I'm original, that's why these bitches can't stand me All these rap niggas be like, "Damn! Where my song at?" Catch me in the room, I'm smokin' gas, where the fog at Two-tone Mix-match They like, "Where you get that?" You niggas some pussies, lemme show you where my dogs at Fuckin' on yo bitch, gotta tell me where her walls at He gave me his number, but he know I ain't gon' call back Fall back If you got a problem we can solve that We do this often, wake you up like coffee in the mornin' Money on residuals, so when I sleep it's criminal I just hopped in the coupe and dropped the top Even though it was thuderin' High off acid Alice in Wonderland I'ma always go get the ball when you bitches fumble it Hell nah! I ain't classy More like sassy Smokin' out the bowl like the bitch named Sandy Taste like candy Hands like Randy I'm original, that's why these bitches can't stand me Hell nah! I ain't classy More like sassy Smokin' out the bowl like the bitch named Sandy Taste like candy Hands like Randy I'm original, that's why you bitches can't stand me
Writer(s): Maria-cecilia Simone Kelly, Kenneth Charles Iii Blume Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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