ricky ft. Bama Bam Lyrics

Rick Owen fashion days when I wasn't having

I'd do anything to cop balenciaga bag,

I don't like to talk to my girl, text me when she mad

I don't like to link with hoes, cause they all go out bad

All my brothers smokin' dope

All my brothers all in trouble

We all tryna make our way, but some how we all

Fuck, all my brothers blowin' dope

All my brothers came from nothin

We all tryna make our way

So somehow we all stay in trouble

Yeah, uh, uh, uh

Days I would broke, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

Days they used to laugh, but now who get the last one

Hell cat, I go hop in one, uh, uh, uh, uh

Push the gas, Rick Owen's fashion days

I wasn't havin' shit

I'd do anything to make my way

They didn't used to fuck with Lil' Kareem

But now that boy GoJuney, they gon' pay him

Which one do you want

Which one do you need

Do you think it's heat

Do you like my kicks

Would you cop my fit

I don't give a fuck about neither

Whole time talkin' bout team

Whole time I'm the leader

Whole time think I need you

Pull up in a new drop knowing I'll flip

All I know is save

Gave my brother plates

All I know is pave

I showed them the way

Rick Owen fashion

Oh, yeah, oh

All I want is a blue strip

Pop out with my uh

Step out like my daddy

Rick Owen fashion

These bitches gettin' nasty

SRT I'm smashing'

I ain't cuffin' shit im passin

I'm not used to havin

So I had to have it

Spend a week in Paris

I fell in love with fashion

Rick Owen fashion

These niggas gettin' nasty

Came up on some new shit

Boy, that be them blue tip

Rick Owen fashion days when I wasn't having

I'd do anything to cop balenciaga bag,

I don't like to talk to my girl, text me when she mad

I don't like to link with hoes, cause they all go out bad

All my brothers smokin' dope

All my brothers all in trouble

We all tryna make our way, but some how we all

Fuck, all my brothers blowin' dope

All my brothers came from nothin

We all tryna make our way

So somehow we all stay in trouble