Ricky Hil - ExorciSSm, lyrics

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Ricky Hil - ExorciSSm, lyrics

Avenue, (?) gave me this beat man idk why, i don't think I'm special enough, Limosa Nostra, aye, Ricky Hil, b*tch I'm ill, yeah lemme tell you I was born in 1990 Highed up in CT is where you'll find me b*tch i got b*tches and I'm grimy Her pussy on my face all slimy I'm a legend in my state you don't have to remind me Weed that we smoking finey b*tch I'm sipping on a heine The b*tch i got she let me fu*k her in her hiney Huh, you don't have to remind me If you tell me that I'm great i'll thank you kindly Got her on a pill and her teeth grinding She will heal she saying to herself finally b*tch I'm in the cut you won't find me b*tch i just want you don't remind me Got more hoes than George Clooney Got more O's than cheerios I'm in love with a groupie And i think i love loopy Well i could fu*k her later on then Gotta get {?} only way now kid b*tch i grew up with death He my young boy don't treat him like sh*t And b*tch we need those zips 16 of those and we need 16 more Yeah, she my pristine hoe Yeah, she hit my Tiffany and coke Yeah, i like to fu*k her and she like to blow I give her pills and she liked to blow We got more O's than cheerios Ricky Hil the hottest sh*t in your stereo Pussy weak tho, you could have her bro Nothing even really matters bro Aye welcome to CT She gon tell me that she love me but she groupie I think i love her cause i think she understands me I might even let this hoe meet my family Yeah, turn a hoe into a house wife What if her pussy tight and her mouth right And it all makes sense to me You don't know what I'm saying when you friends with me All black Chevy tryna get a Benz for cheap b*tch named Ashley and a b*tch named Genève They both tryna share me But that's really unfair to me How could I love you both? When i love myself the most I think I'm bouta get a new tat on my face I'm gonna state fu*k you if you care about race But it really just state fu*k the chase (chase) fu*k THE POLICE fu*k the chase I light a new L while you run my plates Don't shoot me cause you hate my face Don't shoot my brother cause you hate his race SS with the stock rims We dress to impress you can copy him I like her the best she got that sloppy head You wife or you stress when i'll be dead I ain't gonna save her I just wanna keep my Chevy black like a open raider {instrumental}