Correction Lyrics 72 bars by Ricky Hil

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Yeah, b*t*hes on my d**k cause I look like rick hil, haha, yeah

Mama I don't give a f**k no more
Telling me all the sh*t I don’t go for
Used to get the backwoods from the cornerstone
Now I get the corona by the corner store
All these b*t*hes sniff coke like they used to
And they do a lotta sh*t that I ain't used to
And they talk a lotta sh*t on the YouTube
He a lame, she a b*t*h, f**k you too
Riding 'round Glenville in my Crown Vic
I ain’t never f**k with her she a clown b*t*h
You can say f**k mе ima f**king prick
You can say I'm lucky cause you think I'm rich
But I ain't I'm broke like a arm bе
Nostra, together like a army
All that sideways sh*t can't harm me
On a lotta downers nothing can alarm me
I remain calm kinda like a esé
Tatted on my arms kinda like a esé
A lot of writing on my stomach like a essay
Nothing you can say or do would ever stress'mey
Before probation I was on mescaline
Been a couple years since I f**ked Evelyn
A lotta rappers that I'm way f**king better than
But I ain’t really gotta tell you its evident
I admit I’m kinda f**king drunk now
But I still keep pounds in my trunk now
Pricks for life I f**k around with punks now
Motorcycle boots I don't rock [?] now
Going in like they never let me in
Drinking Gin like I never got [?]
No limos, no roads, no band
But I do a couple shows the meetings
And I follow a couple hoes to be friends
Me and my b*t*h do this every weekend
Act III, 3 days by the weekend
I’ll f**k her in her face 'til her jaw weaken
And I'llthrow back beers 'til my breath reekin’
And my girl got girls, French, Porta Rican
Had my d**k leaking 'til she tired of speaking
Have her legs sweeping 'til she tired of freakin'
And I'm all blacked out like my outfit
Back in rehab they wouldn't allow this
Told 'em I'll do 6 days and I'm out b*t*h
All I got it music I need a outlet
Say its bullsh*t, I say its cow sh*t
You say you do this, but I'm 'bout this
All you hear is blah blah where your mouth is
All your hear is b*t*hes screaming where my couch is
Tryna get ahead, need a little leverage
Need a little liquor pour it in my beverage
Know you good, but I'm better kid
Like that dark sh*t? I invented it
Oh you mad? I intended it
Took my flow but I never said I lended it
Gimme morphine then I say I'm on something
Give them hoes d**k if they really want something
You walking straight I can tell you ain't on nothing
f**k a date all I wanna do is bone something
Front a pound if you really wanna loan something
Gun it down if you really wanna own something
First off, I'm Rick Hil outta Slickville
And when I'm back, ima light weed with a Bic still
Cause they got me on probation this is some bullsh*t
I don't think I can take it

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