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Aye, welcome to the B-Side of Rico’s Tape GuapRico on this mic tryna run up cash People I thought would have me for life let go very fast Tryna make the tape too hot to touch like it’s ash I'm still in this studio in our city gettin’ shit to go My babe, just go get on road I'll send you the add’ Flooded with blessings from God Been tryna follow the plot I'll lead a school in this shit and I ain’t even grad I know it’s early, baby, but my angels heard me, baby I'm tryna go dummy like stuffin’ a milli’ in a bag Somewhere in New York chillin’ assumin’ the tour’s finished As soon as I forgiven for demons I had You don’t have to front, baby I know I'm the one, baby This shit ain’t for fun, babe I don’t play with this rap Even when I'm singin’ to you, I'm spittin’ you facts still If these bitches is mad still, then just let em be that I got paper if I'm throwin’ these fifties and hundreds, babe N***as talkin’ funny shit but the shit wasn’t funny God told me if I want this shit, it’s gotta come from me Anything that run from me ain’t nothin’ that’s for me N***as tryna play your baby all day like it’s 8-ball If you think the tape raw, my baby, just tell me Too many talkin’ mad shit in real life like it’s Twitter Spaces Too many ugly people with pretty faces Too many, damn (Aye) Yeah Yeah, want you Haw, babe I just want you, haw, babe Let me come through on you, babe Haw, babe Yeah, haw, babe I'm just tryna love you ‘fore it’s too late God knows I was made for this too, babe Holla if you drinkin’ somethin’ smooth, babe Yeah, still in that studio Hope you fuck with the song we make This that GuapRico, baby It’s cool if that’s all you play Shawty, I'm just so jaded You might as well call me Jade Fuck all these lyin’ hoes who ain’t know what to call a spade I'm ain’t trippin’ ’bout nothin’ You’d think I walk with a cane I ain’t trippin’ ’bout nothin’ but sippin’ this Chardonnay Love the city but it’s full of jits alone and afraid You could be wherever in the burrough I'm still flyin’ to you People talkin’ all that shit about me They just lyin’ to you, word Gotta play you somethin’ ‘cause I been dyin’ to Like if this were a letter to the city, I would write it to you first Know it’s comin’ straight from yours truly, babe Been tryna get up on my bully, babe, for real I just need a grill, couple more tats, and a Sprinter van Still here in the booth cuttin’ shit up like a ceilin’ fan, uh Yeah, want you Haw, babe I just want you, haw, babe Let me come through on you, babe Haw, babe Yeah, haw, babe I'm just tryna love you ‘fore it’s too late God knows I was made for this too, babe Holla if you drinkin’ somethin’ smooth, babe Aye, do me a favor Hold your drink up one time (Haw, haw) One time (Haw, babe) (Haw) Yeah (I just want you, I just want you) (I just want you, I just want you) (I just want you, I just want you) (I just want you)
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