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Ricky Rick - Rush (feat. snow* & Dyson Alexander) Lyrics



Ricky Rick - Rush (feat. snow* & Dyson Alexander) Lyrics
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Uh
Tryna get rich off of currency
That nigga he cap never heard of me
He gonna get shot tryna murder me
I'm on the highway, I'm tearin' shit down
Nigga you cut, I don't f*ck wit no clowns
I give her some dick, no, you can't get a crown
I'm gettin' money, I ain't in the crowd
She hate when I skrt in the Hemi
She said it's too loud
Uh, she used to curve, now I'm in her guts
I'm on the highway, I'm f*ckin' it up
Nigga play with my life then you know I'ma bust
I'm in the Hemi and I ain't on no bus
Hit from the back, make her cuss
Uh, don't f*ck with no niggas, can't trust
Had to cut her ass off all she tryn do is fuss
Gotta get to the money, bitch, I'm in a rush
It's triple X, bitch, it's mister not rated
I see niggas envy, I see niggas hatin
I stack up the racks from the motherf*ckin' basement
Did this shit by myself, never needed a placement
I f*cked on his bitch, gave her lil' ass a facelift
Niggas tryna steal sauce, they actin' like plankton
She ain't tryna drive, put her ass on the plane then
Triple X on my neck, niggas know that I'm dangerous
Bitch, I just landed
She seen the pole, she dancin
Rock all black like Marilyn Manson
I'm tryna turn them racks into a mansion
Uh, uh
Racks, I demand it
Balenci on me, I'm just standin
Lil' bitch, I ain't romantic
Keep your feelings, just call me daddy
Uh huh
Tryna get rich off of currency
That nigga he cap never heard of me
He gonna get shot tryna murder me
I'm on the highway, I'm tearin' shit down
Nigga you cut, I don't f*ck wit no clowns
I give her some dick, no, you can't get a crown
I'm gettin' money, I ain't in the crowd
She hate when I skrt in the Hemi
She said it's too loud
Uh, she used to curve, now I'm in her guts
I'm on the highway, I'm f*ckin' it up
Nigga play with my life then you know I'ma bust
I'm in the Hemi and I ain't on no bus
Hit from the back, make her cuss
Uh, don't f*ck with no niggas, can't trust
Had to cut her ass off all she tryn do is fuss
Gotta get to the money, bitch, I'm in a rush
I'm out my mind, I might pop me a bar
I'm sippin' on wock, I don't f*ck with the Za
Tight, G-26, might send him to God
She gon' bless on her knees, yeah she think that I'm God
She f*ck with a nigga, she like I go hard
Make her come through, bae, take shit off
Baby, I'm winning, can't count no loss
Uh, she know she f*ck with a dog
Watch how I'm blowin' shit up like Saddam
Uh, one false move, I'm gone
Old bitch trip, get a new one tomorrow
I can't seem to do no wrong
Niggas is fakin' like they seeing red
Why when that pressure come, niggas be scared?
Nigga wanna play? Like how you wan play it?
I'm runnin' the city, lil' bitch, I'm the mayor
Tryna get rich off of currency
That nigga he cap never heard of me
He gonna get shot tryna murder me
I'm on the highway, I'm tearin' shit down
Nigga you cut, I don't f*ck wit no clowns
I give her some dick, no, you can't get a crown
I'm gettin' money, I ain't in the crowd
She hate when I skrt in the Hemi
She said it's too loud
Uh, she used to curve, now I'm in her guts
I'm on the highway, I'm f*ckin' it up
Nigga play with my life then you know I'ma bust
I'm in the Hemi and I ain't on no bus
Hit from the back, make her cuss
Uh, don't f*ck with no niggas, can't trust
Had to cut her ass off all she tryn do is fuss
Gotta get to the money, bitch, I'm in a rush
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Uh
Tryna get rich off of currency
That nigga he cap never heard of me
He gonna get shot tryna murder me
I'm on the highway, I'm tearin' shit down
Nigga you cut, I don't f*ck wit no clowns
I give her some dick, no, you can't get a crown
I'm gettin' money, I ain't in the crowd
She hate when I skrt in the Hemi
She said it's too loud
Uh, she used to curve, now I'm in her guts
I'm on the highway, I'm f*ckin' it up
Nigga play with my life then you know I'ma bust
I'm in the Hemi and I ain't on no bus
Hit from the back, make her cuss
Uh, don't f*ck with no niggas, can't trust
Had to cut her ass off all she tryn do is fuss
Gotta get to the money, bitch, I'm in a rush
It's triple X, bitch, it's mister not rated
I see niggas envy, I see niggas hatin
I stack up the racks from the motherf*ckin' basement
Did this shit by myself, never needed a placement
I f*cked on his bitch, gave her lil' ass a facelift
Niggas tryna steal sauce, they actin' like plankton
She ain't tryna drive, put her ass on the plane then
Triple X on my neck, niggas know that I'm dangerous
Bitch, I just landed
She seen the pole, she dancin
Rock all black like Marilyn Manson
I'm tryna turn them racks into a mansion
Uh, uh
Racks, I demand it
Balenci on me, I'm just standin
Lil' bitch, I ain't romantic
Keep your feelings, just call me daddy
Uh huh
Tryna get rich off of currency
That nigga he cap never heard of me
He gonna get shot tryna murder me
I'm on the highway, I'm tearin' shit down
Nigga you cut, I don't f*ck wit no clowns
I give her some dick, no, you can't get a crown
I'm gettin' money, I ain't in the crowd
She hate when I skrt in the Hemi
She said it's too loud
Uh, she used to curve, now I'm in her guts
I'm on the highway, I'm f*ckin' it up
Nigga play with my life then you know I'ma bust
I'm in the Hemi and I ain't on no bus
Hit from the back, make her cuss
Uh, don't f*ck with no niggas, can't trust
Had to cut her ass off all she tryn do is fuss
Gotta get to the money, bitch, I'm in a rush
I'm out my mind, I might pop me a bar
I'm sippin' on wock, I don't f*ck with the Za
Tight, G-26, might send him to God
She gon' bless on her knees, yeah she think that I'm God
She f*ck with a nigga, she like I go hard
Make her come through, bae, take shit off
Baby, I'm winning, can't count no loss
Uh, she know she f*ck with a dog
Watch how I'm blowin' shit up like Saddam
Uh, one false move, I'm gone
Old bitch trip, get a new one tomorrow
I can't seem to do no wrong
Niggas is fakin' like they seeing red
Why when that pressure come, niggas be scared?
Nigga wanna play? Like how you wan play it?
I'm runnin' the city, lil' bitch, I'm the mayor
Tryna get rich off of currency
That nigga he cap never heard of me
He gonna get shot tryna murder me
I'm on the highway, I'm tearin' shit down
Nigga you cut, I don't f*ck wit no clowns
I give her some dick, no, you can't get a crown
I'm gettin' money, I ain't in the crowd
She hate when I skrt in the Hemi
She said it's too loud
Uh, she used to curve, now I'm in her guts
I'm on the highway, I'm f*ckin' it up
Nigga play with my life then you know I'ma bust
I'm in the Hemi and I ain't on no bus
Hit from the back, make her cuss
Uh, don't f*ck with no niggas, can't trust
Had to cut her ass off all she tryn do is fuss
Gotta get to the money, bitch, I'm in a rush
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Writer: Dyson Franklin, Rick Walker, Solomon Jones
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