Ricc Flair Lyrics

I got the diamond in the bacc

A blacc drop top

Diggin in the scene with yo bitch on me

Shawty told me put that 7 inch in me

Side bitch started sending dirty pictures to me

Try to talk about my mind state I can't go there

Got her hollin in my bed room she sound like ricc flare

Ricc Owen Christian Christian yeah that's what my bitch wear

Faux loccs blacc to her ass that's my bitch hair

Fuccin up my tires cos i donut in the 4 speed

Really don't need a hoe but I'm exactly what a hoe need

Dicc her down now she askin me can she hold me

Baby I can't do that bitch you talkin to the old me

Ohhh but I love her anyway

Anyway

She she

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Imma shit talkin baby don't believe what I said

And especially in the bed I be lying to your head

I got my feelings in a vault you got a night stand of meds

And she wanna talk for hours but I rather fucc instead

The finesse kid took anything that wasn't nailed down

GOD of the 7 not to mention bitch the whole town

Send a Stephen curry around that way I shut that bitch down

KLXQ that be the gang I rep that shit until I'm in the ground

Rich flex never had to beg or rape I get sex

Grew up with my cousin in the kitchen whippin pyrex

Diamond in the bacc ya bitch givin top

They sittin in the scene with they teeth on gleem

Niggas in the St. Bernard sittin side ways

Ways I made you feel when you used to love me

Me myself and I is all I got up in this world

We love a quiet bitch until she forget about her morals