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R. M. Brough
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Every time I introduce myself to people
I'm like, what's up, I'm Rice
Oh, hey, Brice
Like, nah, bruh, like Rice
They're like, Rice with a Y?
And I'm like, like, nah
Like Rice like the food, with an I
They be like, who the fuck would name a kid Rice
I'm Rice like the food bitch, don't mean to be rude bitch
Ay, what the fuck's wrong with you? Yeah
I'm Rice like the food bitch, don't mean to be rude bitch
Chill, calm down, be cool. God damn
I'm Rice like the food, bitch, don't mean to be rude bitch
Girl, what the fuck's wrong with you? Yeah
I'm Rice like the food bitch, don't mean to be rude bitch
Rice on the muthafuckin' beat bitch
I swear this bitch was police when I sold dope to her
Quit acting like a tardy ass, knowing I only take cash
Maybe silver coin if the price is low
She like, "you take Ethereum" I'm like, "no The fuck hoe?!"
Yo'
Why you think so slow, you're like a techie?
I'd figure you'd be sharper than that Ms. Becky
Bitch, I'm black! All my people under attack
Where your stupid ass been? This bitch square as a box
Stop try'na to send a nigga Venmo
That shit's owned by PayPal
And if you know like I know, that's the po-po
We're not doing that! Only real cash, No pay apps yo
Rolling both my eyes at her in slo-mo
I know a lot of professional crooks caught up by the feds
Them don't play... Them boys bust heads
So when I had her meet me on Topeeko
My Govy' ain't Rice bitch... Its Rico, Haha
I'm Rice like the food bitch, don't mean to be rude bitch
Ay, what the fuck's wrong with you? Yeah
I'm Rice like the food bitch, don't mean to be rude bitch
Chill, calm down, be cool. God damn
I'm Rice like the food, bitch, don't mean to be rude bitch
Girl, what the fuck's wrong with you? Yeah
I'm Rice like the food bitch, don't mean to be rude bitch
You'd swear I was a secret spy
The way I always change my game up
Every three or four months, phone number change up
At the Metro store, service cost five dollars
To cop a whole brand new
Phone number for you to dial up
Switch'd my whole shoes and style up
Switch'd my WhatsApp to Signal
This nigga Zuckerberg a fuckin' foo
Scanner bots working profiles, stalking what you do
Sell off your private information
Man this nigga ain't cool
He's an atheist, but the motherfucker's still ah
WINK TOTALLY AWESOME FELLA WINK
He gon' make a dollar off of everythang that you do
Don't get it twisted
He'll sell your shit to cops and feds too
With all that hot shit
You wonder how you got locked in the shoe
You was careful
Your mouth muted and head on swivel
And you wonder how you got caught in a pickle
Well, that secret ass chat where you talked about smack
Entrapped yo dumbass, sellin' dope on CashAPP
I'm Rice like the food bitch, don't mean to be rude bitch
Ay, what the fuck's wrong with you? Yeah
I'm Rice like the food bitch, don't mean to be rude bitch
Chill, calm down, be cool. God damn
I'm Rice like the food, bitch, don't mean to be rude bitch
Girl, what the fuck's wrong with you? Yeah
I'm Rice like the food bitch, don't mean to be rude bitch
I will not be satisfied till your boy touch 10 tickets
20 houses with 20 white picket fences
30-something cars with big ass garages
And two bad Swedish baddies giving me massages
Oh, you like ménage's? Think I can hook that up
But you gotta be cool with that dildo in yo butt
Cause my lady is a freak... She'll be in the back
I'm up front
The type of shit that I be thinkin'
When I'm recruitin' a new biiotch
I'm Rice like the food bitch, don't mean to be rude bitch
Ay, what the fuck's wrong with you? Yeah
I'm Rice like the food bitch, don't mean to be rude bitch
Chill, calm down, be cool. God damn
I'm Rice like the food, bitch, don't mean to be rude bitch
Girl, what the fuck's wrong with you? Yeah
I'm Rice like the food bitch, don't mean to be rude bitch
Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with you!?
Writer(s): R. M. Brough
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