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lirik lagu ebk young joc - ricky’s

[intro: ebk young joc]
i gotta be real
(what’s up daddy?)
i’m tired of these n~ggas man, i ain’t gon’ lie
they don’t be on sh~t, no paper or nothin’ (ah, ah, ah)
(i already know daddy, them n~ggas can’t f~ck with you on your worst day)
(ah, ah, ah)
hunnit proof, solid individual (okay, okay)
free dada

[chorus: ebk young joc]
in this b~tch high, got me feelin’ like a zombie
why he got it on him, on my momma he don’t pop heat
bust down, they like “where you goin’?” sh~t [?]
doin’ what i do and ain’t n0body finna stop me
king of drive and i promise twenty seven high speeds
fully on me, boy you better approach with caution
think he f~ckin’ with me, hah, this n~gga must have lost it
thuggin’ in a mansion with trappers and bosses

[verse: ebk young joc]
don’t know the half of this sh~t if you ain’t never take no losses
around five rich n~ggas, finna be the sixth
pops always told me, “gotta get that bag” as a kid
got baby shakin’ ass i’m like d~mn that sh~t big
glizzy gang, you will never catch me with a sig
if i said that i meant that, n~gga it’s what i said
overdoses from this ahh, i bet it put him to bed
n~ggas better quit it with that tough tony sh~t
talkin’ ’bout you love me but i know you phony b~tch (phony)
aye rye, what we on though
tell me something, why these n~ggas really bozos
smoking za this sh~t got me moving slo~mo
n~ggas love to talk but ain’t even got no drip
always posin’ for the b~tches, but pockets filled up with lint
yeah they hit me five times but nothin’ like 50 cent
in my hood i’m a legend, i promise n0body play
i got pain, whatever n~ggas wanna do i’m with it
everytime we bumpin’ i got it on me, b~tch i’m cl!ckin’
brrr, better watch out
duck your taco, this beef rare nachos
f~ck the tribe, when n~ggas died they ain’t even claim poncho
now let me not get started ’bout them fly n~ggas
it’s brazy, these n~ggas fakie full of lies n~gga
pull up in some ughh, all you gon’ hear is
sh~t, they like, “what is he drivin’?”
b~tch i fart when i yank off, my sh~t ain’t silent
ebk tcf, b~tch we promote violence
hot head young n~gga, i was out here wildin’
[chorus: ebk young joc]
in this b~tch high, got me feelin’ like a zombie
why he got it on him, on my momma he don’t pop heat
bust down, they like “where you goin’?” sh~t [?]
doin’ what i do and ain’t n0body finna stop me
king of drive and i promise twenty seven high speeds
fully on me, boy you better approach with caution
think he f~ckin’ with me, hah, this n~gga must have lost it
thuggin’ in a mansion with trappers and bosses (bosses)

[outro: ebk young joc]
n~ggas be around all type of sh~t
been around the broke, i’ve been around the rich, feel me
i done been around the middle, feel me, i done been around the plugs
i done been around the real mans, half ass n~ggas
done did it all, i did everything the gz wish a n~gga do
n~ggas ain’t worried about nothin’ else
i need a bag, on my momma
comin’ for whatever i want
gz, jz, south east

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