Ripleys ft. CTE 3 & CTE Mari Lyrics

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Yeah, yeah, yeah

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Kick it solo on my dolo, never needed shit

I'm really humble, but right now I'm on conceited shit

Call me Ripley's cause they can't even believe this shit

I was fucked up till I realized I ain't need a bitch

Hold on, go and turn me up

How you gon' drop the bag, boy, you dumb as fuck

Music trash, go and put your mic on OfferUp

Said you hoppin' in a Jag, but you hoppin' in a what

Uh, yeah, that's like a minivan

Fuck that bitch, I ain't payin' for your OnlyFans

Not doin' trades, bitch, I'm strictly takin' only bands

Say, oh my God, when she suck it, I'm a holy man

Yeah, mm, this that tough shit

Bout to put the hammer down, you can't touch this

We the ones that they told you not to fuck with

Ride me like a BMX, girl, that stunt shit

Do a front flip, they don't want this

Tell me lies, baby, you say you don't suck dick

White bitch and she on her Donald Trump shit

I'ma make her come again, restaurant shit

We wild as hell, I ain't talkin' Saint Laurent shit

Hunch back, yeah, she on a Notre Dame shit

You like a broken game, boy, you ain't on shit

Rappers sweet, icing, Cinnabon shit

Kick it solo on my dolo, never needed shit

I'm really humble, but right now I'm on conceited shit

Call me Ripley's, cause they can't even believe this shit

I was fucked up till I realized I ain't need a bitch

I was fucked up till I realized I ain't need her

I'm the goat from where I'm from, but I need Camp just like the Beatles

Play with gang, get hit with gang, we know to blow just like a speaker

Blow just like a fan, chopstick, red dot turn him to Japan

Give a fuck how big I get, bitch, I'll still probably fuck the fans

I'm playin', but I'm not, though

Double D's, this ARP, look like a bongo

Got about 130 in that car, go tell 'em, up the score

Bitch, tell your friend that she can't come if she ain't fuckin' bro

Lil' bitch we bent over in that water, ain't no fuckin' rope

Brown skin bitch say she a throat demon, so fuck the Pope

They just asked was my gun dirty, said get the soap

Kick it solo on my dolo, never needed shit

I'm really humble, but right now I'm on conceited shit

Call me Ripley's, cause they can't even believe this shit

I was fucked up till I realized I ain't need a bitch

Ay, fuck a hoe cause I don't need her grab the Glock cause I'ma need it

Hop up on this track and flip it, boy, you know this flow is cold, anemic

Moonwalk in that pussy, let me beat it, they askin' questions

I ain't seen it, straight dirty money, I won't clean it

That hoe a junkie, how she fiendin

Tryna knock me, off my hustle, gotta kick her out the spot

Not expecting company, I still got water in the pot

I stick that dick up in her throat, you know it make her jaws lock

And I do not have respect for them niggas that switched the plot

Real nigga, ayy, I guess that's why they hate me, oh lord

I need to step up out this body, bitch and hit it like Floyd

Ayy, I done came up on some money, but I'll would go ahead and leave

You know these niggas still don't like me, I ain't trippin' bout that shit, lil' bitch