Correction Lyrics Tell You Some sh*t by Ricky Hil

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Lyrics

Hades, 2

My b*t*h sing when she hear my f**king phone ring
Cause she know I got a fix on the other line
She say daddy its about that time
Cause I've been coming down
And you been on one
I said baby I ain't coming down
Got voices in my head
And I don't like those sounds
And they'll lay in my bed b*t*h I got a pound
In LA in my bed b*t*hes f**king 'round
LA in my bed 2 b*t*hes
They gon f**k around cause they know what Rich is
Ricky Hil, from the North
Black Vic or a Chevy, not a Porsche
I fold tinfoil, and put that Oxy to a torch
Stick some methazine on my porch
For that lean I'm a feign
You don't know what this feels like
All this sh*t will prolly take your life

You know how this goes down
I been on these drugs, I ain't coming down
I said a xanny bar always make me say some bars
And this lean in front of me gonna make me see some stars
And I know who you are, but Ro Ransom in this b*t*h
He about to tell you some sh*t
Bet she about to sell you some sh*t

I just ate a bunch of sushi
b*t*h you wish you f**king knew me
I got 3 blonde groupies
Wanna show me they jacuzzies
Cause I'm cool like Snoopy
And my jeans by Nudie
Bout to get an emulator
Just for poking my ruby out
I only love wrestling and rap (that's real talk)
b*t*h this my confession to that
I'm from the other side of nowhere
I was destined to black
f**king outcast until the day I rest in my casket
I forgot the names of all the hoes I left in my past
I don't know how I got this new b*t*h undressing so fast
Paranoids a good day, and depression is average
sh*t this verse is ill Rick I shoulda kept it I'm mad
Ro Ransom is the future I'm the best in my class
No, the best out period, you can't be serious

Lone wolf the emergency button you don't push
Quit lean and the pills I don't smoke Kush
You pu**y ass rappers are so bush
This a alley you pass I might note look
f**k around and get high off my note book
I'm focused man you should be so shook
Not to mention I'm singing I wrote hooks
This how dope looks
I'm on it, I'm heartless, I'm gone b*t*h, I'm nauseous
Beyond sick, I've lost it, don't want sh*t? don't start sh*t
f**king mansion to a studio apartment
A monster, I'm god, I am f**king unconscious
I gave you hell and masquerade on the same tape (insomnia)
Ricky Hil, Ro Ransom I remain great
I killed that sh*t, shout out to my brother Ricky Hil
[?], now I'm gone stop with it

[Chorus]

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