Rick Owen Lyrics

Hate a nigga that's zesty

Won't give coochie make him my bestie

Battery in my back pushin' a Tessy

All di mon dem wan link wit Finessy

Ate it up 'til it's gone

All up my ass like a Vickie Se thong

Poppin my shit his sis wan' get it on

I slide on this bitch then I pop on his moms

What he feelin like

Nigga bummy

Bad bitch outside stay gettin' money

Where it's sunny

See 'em biggas and they bout to go dummy

Laugh at a bitch ahkeke real funny

Time to get rowdy I'm hittin' my shmoney

Spanish bitch bad so I'm callin her Bunny

Hit up my old nigga I'm feelin' lucky

Plankton ass bitches can't take the sauce from me

Where he at?

Where he went?

Niggas popped

Now they sell dick

Niggas is oweing call these niggas Rick

Chefin filets like I'm banging wit Chick

Time to cash out so he send me his pin

He hit my line so of course imma spin

Caught a few L's fore I got to the M's

Flip this whole shit so of course imma win

Say he cut me off but he can't seem to do that

Call my phone all his mans like who that

Think he a dog but imma cool cat

Whether it's fake or his page he still viewed that

Thought I ain't peep

Runnin' the town nigga can't get no sleep

He hate when I link wit my bitch she a freak

And we link wit them niggas who know we ain't cheap

Been peeped he be trickin like who this nigga shittin

Let him cash out won't let him put the tip in

Gettin bread now its time to make the chicken

Her nigga in my passy and I'm diggin

Dippin and we dodgin

Don't follow but they watching

He don't got funds? His father take me shopping

Picture of the body then I block him

Always violate and they come back like nothin

Where he at?

Where he went?

Niggas popped

Now they sell dick

Niggas is oweing call these niggas Rick

Chefin filets like I'm banging wit Chick

Time to cash out so he send me his pin

He hit my line so of course imma spin

Caught a few L's fore I got to the M's

Flip this whole shit so of course imma win

Cut on a nigga I give him the line up

Gang pullin up ain't no need to remind us

Trollin his bitch I just fucked the whole live up

Five foot ten toes bitch gettin sized up

Your time's up

I'm up next like where did you find her

Show my ass cause these bitches behind us

Phone on DND he blowing my line up

Imma put 'em to the test, test, test

When I pull up in the spot yell Finesse yes, yes

Heart drop pace maker on they chest, chest, chest

Talk shit but they know I'm the next best yet

Just emptied the clip

I'm sendin' shots who the fuck did I miss

Watch what you say cause you know how it get

But I'm from New York

Nigga SUCK MY DICK