[Verse 1: RichyR.I.C.H.]

Tek body gyal
Your looks please me
Your body hypnotize with no biggie, This is silly
Puff huff, huff, huff, My daddy would be proud
That I found the angel twisting her hair on my cloud
And still, On a reals, The way I feel
It makes my lips blush and my brown cheeks pout
And OWW! My hormones are leaking out
Your sex appeals nectar, I buzzed to your center
The days I bent u over
Placed my thumbs in your dimples, fine girl, no pimple
To mold you was not simple
So hot, and everything cold
Well good ridence
Funny what love ain't got, Parade her city non stop
Tight like a jockey or a knot
Or Joseph's wife
To the loveshack, 5 sticks on your back
Ah! Yuh so nice, Jump about like lice
Rice thrown
Cans scraps the tar, As we go la la la
The world ours, La

Tracy
Doves cry as we sip purple rain
Let go of my chain
Accelerated rain pours hard on my window pane
Summers
Before the rest includes pain
Put the star away
Before you go to p-en
Today is the end
You shall see 'he' with 'double l'

[Verse 2: RichyR.I.C.H.]

Portuguese? No, I don't speak
French? Qui qui, no pee pee
I need to waste but my dick needs to breathe
Face & body are legit
Both their eyes are the shit
One hazel n one green
Like E4 I wanna bang skins
Inbetween, hey, Parle vous francais?
On the contray, in this country
I be regal
Feeble if they follow till tomorrow
Or their minds are hollow, They wore tight clothes
You can see the hourglass bro
I Richie, has quickly
Pulled chicks to
Rub me, flick me, blow me
Agree To Do me
So mellow watch how they relax
If not Taken, I claim backs
Whack twats, as Richy rich snap backs
Woof! pardon, Brian! its RICH back
Bare, grizzly, enter pon the noire taxi
Straight to holiday inn with xannies
Kiss willy so siddy, handcuff my hands to the sides b
Shit prepared to beat them, my eyes said ferme
So my lids sinks, Sexual thinks
I Start to think, I soon to end blink
I crosseye to see a thompson
What? Above my johnson?

Oh naw, Tracy
They took my J's
Monarch pays
Jacket suede
RB shades
Packed and said Mer-cay
She did not just--Summers

[Verse 3: RichyR.I.C.H.]

In a week, She raised the 4-5 on me
Like april n may, ash between fingers dismays
Code red mayday
Greeding to bust her pelvis, Feels like a chick flick
Flopping' like a fish, Not a bish, But she a trick!
Where's the rusty knife
Could I break her neck like Curley's Wife
Sigh, damn, what the hell? Yo, What Is this life?
Sexy Medusa
A look produces me stone
Thinking bout your an empty skeleton, wanna donate a bone
Falling for this girl that rides with red, jams in ends
With her friends smoking by the fence
With a her little hood
Up to no good, Noisy like squidward
Robbing boogs in locksley
Especially, she acts like the wife from Kings Of Queens
Get comfy, In a shell
She licked a shell, to the ceiling
My Nike's fell
Can't believe all this be happening
Bi Po shit started from a slap while celebrating
Chelsea's goal
Swear my own eyes were fading
Hold up, what the fuck? Yo, what she grabbing?

Oh, Tracy calm down yo, Tracy, ah
Grab the cutlass for herself to check
Placed right upon her sexy neck
Twist 360
Linda Blair, oh its sticky
Ay, Tra--Sum-Summers, oh damn, oh summer put it back
The paranormal menstrual
Toby I rebuke you, please leave Tracy
Before she popped that E I never thought she was Ready

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