CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Memphis
Ricky Hil hoe I'm doing the most
On that 'tussin from the east coast
Up to something and I'm smoking dope
Murder murder that's all she wrote
Victoria in these streets
Astoria every week
Morphine til my knees is weak
I like dimes cause I need to sleep
I give her yola her don't need to eat
I give her d**k she don't need to breathe
Hot grey b*t*h that's all I breathe
I'm in LA for the summer for breeze
Limosa Nostra ima meet my quota
Codeine in my cream soda
I ain't British b*t*h but I'm a f**king bowler
b*t*h I flip like Motorola
Tell Holmes that they gotta meet my new b*t*h
I don't know sh*t but I know she can do sh*t
I move sh*t and I know she can move sh*t
So tell Holmes that they gotta meet my new b*t*h
Go stupid you could lose it (x3)
So tell Holmes that they gotta meet my new b*t*h
Ricky Hil hoe I'm d**king the b*t*h
Taking the d**k she been missing Rick
All my young boys be with this sh*t
Off the Actavis and the L's is lit
I pick up lil biggie by the burger king
In my city they just call me a king
TJH on my pinky ring
I beat a b*t*h box like I swing in the ring
I smoke a L with a stick in the pen
My young b*t*h playing 500 Grams
I ain't got sh*t but sweat on my hands
All my b*t*hes got they name on my hands
Mof**ka I'm the man where I'm from
Yall sh*t sound like bubblegum
I be smoking in Beedy car
Yall motherf**kers got no heart
[x2]
On that 'tussin from the east coast
Up to something and I'm smoking dope
Murder murder that's all she wrote
Victoria in these streets
Astoria every week
Morphine til my knees is weak
I like dimes cause I need to sleep
I give her yola her don't need to eat
I give her d**k she don't need to breathe
Hot grey b*t*h that's all I breathe
I'm in LA for the summer for breeze
Limosa Nostra ima meet my quota
Codeine in my cream soda
I ain't British b*t*h but I'm a f**king bowler
b*t*h I flip like Motorola
Tell Holmes that they gotta meet my new b*t*h
I don't know sh*t but I know she can do sh*t
I move sh*t and I know she can move sh*t
So tell Holmes that they gotta meet my new b*t*h
Go stupid you could lose it (x3)
So tell Holmes that they gotta meet my new b*t*h
Ricky Hil hoe I'm d**king the b*t*h
Taking the d**k she been missing Rick
All my young boys be with this sh*t
Off the Actavis and the L's is lit
I pick up lil biggie by the burger king
In my city they just call me a king
TJH on my pinky ring
I beat a b*t*h box like I swing in the ring
I smoke a L with a stick in the pen
My young b*t*h playing 500 Grams
I ain't got sh*t but sweat on my hands
All my b*t*hes got they name on my hands
Mof**ka I'm the man where I'm from
Yall sh*t sound like bubblegum
I be smoking in Beedy car
Yall motherf**kers got no heart
[x2]
