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• Artiste: Mellowhype
• Titre: Rico
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(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