TRIPLE H, STONE COLD ft. Ricky Tarantino Lyrics

Ricky T. Surfi, I'm fresher than Doublemint

I'm the Jack Rabbit, don't care who you runnin' with

Son peeped my treesh, Now he feignin, in love with it

Ho Outta season, man, that was my summer bitch

Labor Day passed, I stayed for the fuck of it

Hit the bitch raw, But she don't know my government

Shit I be sayin' is flames, When I'm done with it

Wanna touch the mic, Then you gon' need a oven mitt

Rollin off M, Badaboppa I'm lovin' it

We in the kitchen, She on her knees suckin' dick

One in the head, Whippin' up wit my other wrist

You ain't did none of this, I'm on some other shit

Who goin' dumb as this, Must ain't discovered it

Big Twenty Fourty, I dubbin' shit

Up then it's stuck, fuck you mean, No dubbin' it

Glocky like Scottie get beamed to the mothership

Fuckin' bitch

I'm pushin' P, keep it playa like Bellamy

All the pressure, it feel like it fell on me

Hatin' a nigga, Committin' a felony

Just like Weebay, they know my pedigree

Hopin' a bitch nigga never tell on me

Suggestion box closed, Fuck is you tellin' me

I don't buy bullshit, you cannot sell to me

Boomin wit bars, Slide on the melody

Is there heaven for a thug, It's feelin' like hell to me

Like a sideline referee, Handin' out penalties

When fuck niggas try to fuck up my energy

That's when a nigga tap into his inner G

Finesse for money bags, I ain't from Tennessee

Moved back in, had to extend the lease

Just restarted, So It ain't no end to me

Real niggas can't hang with pretend to be

Don't call me bro, You ain't no kin to me

In the hood with the chicken like Kennedy's

Up to no good, Smokin' woods with a tender piece

Wanna thrill, got pills, they ten a peace