Ricky Hil - 500 Grams lyrics

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Ricky Hil - 500 Grams lyrics

Hook b**h fall back my chevy all black Best believe im about bag of chips and all that 500 grams x3 b**h fall back my chevy all black Best believe im about bag of chips and all that (verse 1) I said these b**hes on my head like a fitted holmes And these b**hes give me head then get headed home I keep em sleeping on my bed but I sleep alone Said these pill get you dead get you dead and gone Did you pay for that? I know she didn't Got the devil on my back b**h im hell driven God in my heart smoking Ls in hells kitchen Rich got the weed workin at the post hilton Jim morrison Kurt cobain My b**hes real skinny they sniff c**aine Please listen to me they momma complain Like im just tellin them to shoot pills in your veins What it do momma? how you feeling baby? I took the juana so obviously im feeling lazy People out of high school tell me that I made it What it do baby? im real f**ing faded Hook x2 b**h fall back my chevy all black Best believe im about bag of chips and all that 500 grams x3 (verse 2) b**h fall back my chevy all black Smoking baseball bats with some mallrats Getting mad b**hes preety face hoes Even she knows she trying to find me those In my prime ho I got that lazy flow But the b**hes on the way say its crazy though Why you hating for? thats why they pay him for These b**hes taken for up in satan store Nostra high 95 state of mind State troops ain't taking no bag of mine Past my mind what they had to find what they didn't find But I had the kind Zips taped to my baby blue plates Got the high grade grape but I get it out of state N im ill, wait b**h im f**ing great Get it got it straight Tell em they gotta fall back.... Hook x2 b**h fall back my chevy all black Best believe im about bag of chips and all that 500 grams x3