Barcelona Ricky Hil
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I told my Pops on the phone that I'm coming home
It's been 6 months
And he ain't seen my face
I'm smoking high grades
I ain't smoking haze
I use to get it in the heights
Use to cop weight
Mutha fucka I was born unafraid
You can't live that way if you die this way
So that pussy I'mma penetrate
Listen to me demonstrate
Syrup in the lemonade
I'mma rebel
I'mma runaway
Renegade
I been gettin' high since the 7th grade
I can look in your eye, you a fuckin lie
I tell the truth everytime I'm in the both
And I light an L
I feel closer to hell
I dose off watchin NHL
With my hand on my L
Ricky Hil the king of the Cut
So when I come home, I always get a cut
I'm high till my eyes shut
It's been 6 months
And he ain't seen my face
I'm smoking high grades
I ain't smoking haze
I use to get it in the heights
Use to cop weight
Mutha fucka I was born unafraid
You can't live that way if you die this way
So that pussy I'mma penetrate
Listen to me demonstrate
Syrup in the lemonade
I'mma rebel
I'mma runaway
Renegade
I been gettin' high since the 7th grade
I can look in your eye, you a fuckin lie
I tell the truth everytime I'm in the both
And I light an L
I feel closer to hell
I dose off watchin NHL
With my hand on my L
Ricky Hil the king of the Cut
So when I come home, I always get a cut
I'm high till my eyes shut
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