Yea I'm high
Like the mountains in LA
Yea I'm fly
Like the eagle for the States
I know
I'm destined for greatness
I know
I'm losing my patience
Yea I'm high
I ain't never falling down
I'm fly
Please do not snatch the sound
I know
You cant do it on your own
You know
It's harder done than told
If I tell you something once don't make myself repeat me
Or my hermano go loco collect call or beep beep
Ricardo got the treinta y ocho loaded to go skeet skeet
I ain't a gangster or a killer but don't push me
You hear this one two many times, yet you still pussy
Keep my circle small, no new friends no pussies
Since we talking bout pussy
It better not be bushy or musty or smelly
Yea, please shave that shit
You better get your hair done, and your nails did
Bitch! You better suck some good dick
Bitch! I'm that wish you would shit
Bitch! It is what I say it is
Cuz I'm the f*ckin man like man of the year on Time Magazine
To get this dick there's a pay up fee
Cuz pussy eat you pocket up like a burglar
And I'ma tear that pussy up like a criminal
Yea I'm high
Like the mountains in LA
Yea I'm fly
Like the eagle for the States
I know
I'm destined for greatness
I know
I'm losing my patience
Yea I'm high
I ain't never falling down
I'm fly
Please do not snatch the sound
I know
You cant do it on your own
You know
It's harder done than told
When I rap
I'ma walking contradiction or a fallacy but this shit facts to me
Y.D.K.I. 100 B
1-(800)-Get your own hotline to bling don't you be asking me
For any favors where was you when I ain't have shit
3 families 1 crib, 1 car 5 kids
The meals split, the cash split, got homies asking why I ain't got the new kicks
Let me explain
I'm talking food stamps, and paychecks
Pops buying shoes from Payless
I'm crying too, why can't I have this
Moms crying too, f*ck it lets buy it
Cuz I didn't bring you to this world for you not to get what you want
I swear to God I'ma give you what you deserve in return
And let me burn in hell till the day I die if I don't make it there
Sheesh I'm trynna make it clear
IM TIRED
OF ALL YOU FUCKBOYS
TALKING SHIT
SAYIN WE AIN'T BOUT THIS WE AIN'T BOUT THAT
DO YOU KNOW ME
DO YOU KNOW US
WOW
DO NOT
SPEAK ON MY FUCKIN NAME BITCH
Rico Reech - Eagle Lyrics
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Yea I'm high
Like the mountains in LA
Yea I'm fly
Like the eagle for the States
I know
I'm destined for greatness
I know
I'm losing my patience
Yea I'm high
I ain't never falling down
I'm fly
Please do not snatch the sound
I know
You cant do it on your own
You know
It's harder done than told
If I tell you something once don't make myself repeat me
Or my hermano go loco collect call or beep beep
Ricardo got the treinta y ocho loaded to go skeet skeet
I ain't a gangster or a killer but don't push me
You hear this one two many times, yet you still pussy
Keep my circle small, no new friends no pussies
Since we talking bout pussy
It better not be bushy or musty or smelly
Yea, please shave that shit
You better get your hair done, and your nails did
Bitch! You better suck some good dick
Bitch! I'm that wish you would shit
Bitch! It is what I say it is
Cuz I'm the f*ckin man like man of the year on Time Magazine
To get this dick there's a pay up fee
Cuz pussy eat you pocket up like a burglar
And I'ma tear that pussy up like a criminal
Yea I'm high
Like the mountains in LA
Yea I'm fly
Like the eagle for the States
I know
I'm destined for greatness
I know
I'm losing my patience
Yea I'm high
I ain't never falling down
I'm fly
Please do not snatch the sound
I know
You cant do it on your own
You know
It's harder done than told
When I rap
I'ma walking contradiction or a fallacy but this shit facts to me
Y.D.K.I. 100 B
1-(800)-Get your own hotline to bling don't you be asking me
For any favors where was you when I ain't have shit
3 families 1 crib, 1 car 5 kids
The meals split, the cash split, got homies asking why I ain't got the new kicks
Let me explain
I'm talking food stamps, and paychecks
Pops buying shoes from Payless
I'm crying too, why can't I have this
Moms crying too, f*ck it lets buy it
Cuz I didn't bring you to this world for you not to get what you want
I swear to God I'ma give you what you deserve in return
And let me burn in hell till the day I die if I don't make it there
Sheesh I'm trynna make it clear
IM TIRED
OF ALL YOU FUCKBOYS
TALKING SHIT
SAYIN WE AIN'T BOUT THIS WE AIN'T BOUT THAT
DO YOU KNOW ME
DO YOU KNOW US
WOW
DO NOT
SPEAK ON MY FUCKIN NAME BITCH
Like the mountains in LA
Yea I'm fly
Like the eagle for the States
I know
I'm destined for greatness
I know
I'm losing my patience
Yea I'm high
I ain't never falling down
I'm fly
Please do not snatch the sound
I know
You cant do it on your own
You know
It's harder done than told
If I tell you something once don't make myself repeat me
Or my hermano go loco collect call or beep beep
Ricardo got the treinta y ocho loaded to go skeet skeet
I ain't a gangster or a killer but don't push me
You hear this one two many times, yet you still pussy
Keep my circle small, no new friends no pussies
Since we talking bout pussy
It better not be bushy or musty or smelly
Yea, please shave that shit
You better get your hair done, and your nails did
Bitch! You better suck some good dick
Bitch! I'm that wish you would shit
Bitch! It is what I say it is
Cuz I'm the f*ckin man like man of the year on Time Magazine
To get this dick there's a pay up fee
Cuz pussy eat you pocket up like a burglar
And I'ma tear that pussy up like a criminal
Yea I'm high
Like the mountains in LA
Yea I'm fly
Like the eagle for the States
I know
I'm destined for greatness
I know
I'm losing my patience
Yea I'm high
I ain't never falling down
I'm fly
Please do not snatch the sound
I know
You cant do it on your own
You know
It's harder done than told
When I rap
I'ma walking contradiction or a fallacy but this shit facts to me
Y.D.K.I. 100 B
1-(800)-Get your own hotline to bling don't you be asking me
For any favors where was you when I ain't have shit
3 families 1 crib, 1 car 5 kids
The meals split, the cash split, got homies asking why I ain't got the new kicks
Let me explain
I'm talking food stamps, and paychecks
Pops buying shoes from Payless
I'm crying too, why can't I have this
Moms crying too, f*ck it lets buy it
Cuz I didn't bring you to this world for you not to get what you want
I swear to God I'ma give you what you deserve in return
And let me burn in hell till the day I die if I don't make it there
Sheesh I'm trynna make it clear
IM TIRED
OF ALL YOU FUCKBOYS
TALKING SHIT
SAYIN WE AIN'T BOUT THIS WE AIN'T BOUT THAT
DO YOU KNOW ME
DO YOU KNOW US
WOW
DO NOT
SPEAK ON MY FUCKIN NAME BITCH
Writer: Richard Vorobyev
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