Rico Songtext

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Rico Songtext
(Hodgy)
We in the studio
I said, we in the studio
Is this mic on? Check-check

I'm thankful for my position I was given in life
'Cause I know some people livin' who ain't livin' this life
Read about starved children who ain't eatin' this right
Drug lords declare war, sellin' cheaper the price
Stuntin' dummy drug money, yeah, them sneakers is nice
Get your swag from the black sellin' back to the white
Niggas can't get a job, so we self-employed
If the coppers come a-knockin', we gon' help that boy
Bail money, welcome back home out of jail money
White girl pale money, sunny when we sell money
See seashell money, we sell money
Rain, hail money, Heaven what the hell money
Dusty paper, stale money
I thought they restricted it, did for most people
But we out here gettin' it

(Frank Ocean)
Watch your hands under her dress
We get the feelin' that she's faded and she's willin'
Screaming, "Wolf Gang, whip me off! Get me off!"
The sex, it turns to children
Then the children turn to villains
Villain wolves singin' "Kill them all, fuck 'em all!"

And that go for anybody that come around here
That ain't from around here
Ho, you too, you ain't special

Wolf Gang kill them all, fuck 'em all

(Hodgy)
She handles herself a classic
She got a nice ass but she can't run no games on me
She claim to like the stores and the clothes
Jeans bleached with the holes, but she can't get my bank homey
Too smart is no good, if she smart for no good it's so good
She can't flaunt her thing on me
She can be full of swag, drive a Jag, poppin' tags on the Ave
But she can't get her cake from me
That sounded like the hook I threw at her in the Swagger I rode in
Said she came to feel me in, when she really came to fill me in
Like baby what's the deal with it?
Seem to be attracted by the fiancee and finance that no wifey concealin' it
Dealin' with life's shuffle, then fold
Dippin' with the duffles I hold
If we are a couple, let's go
To the place where we lead in the life ??
Bring the pipe, blow the weed, punchlines to be received

(Frank Ocean)
Watch your hands under her dress
We get the feelin' that she's faded and she's willin'
Screaming, "Wolf Gang, whip me off! Get me off!"
The sex, it turns to children
Then the children turn to villains
Villain wolves singin' "Kill them all, fuck 'em all!"

And that go for anybody that come around here
That ain't from around here
Ho, you too, you ain't special

Wolf Gang kill them all, fuck 'em all
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