72 bars

By Ricky Hil

Released on 2011

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Yeah, bitches on my dick cause I look like rick hil, haha, yeah

Mama I don't give a fuck no more

Telling me all the shit I don’t go for

Used to get the backwoods from the cornerstone

Now I get the corona by the corner store

All these bitches sniff coke like they used to

And they do a lotta shit that I ain't used to

And they talk a lotta shit on the YouTube

He a lame, she a bitch, fuck you too

Riding 'round Glenville in my Crown Vic

I ain’t never fuck with her she a clown bitch

You can say fuck mе ima fucking prick

You can say I'm lucky cause you think I'm rich

But I ain't I'm broke like a arm bе

Nostra, together like a army

All that sideways shit can't harm me

On a lotta downers nothing can alarm me

I remain calm kinda like a esé

Tatted on my arms kinda like a esé

A lot of writing on my stomach like a essay

Nothing you can say or do would ever stress'mey

Before probation I was on mescaline

Been a couple years since I fucked Evelyn

A lotta rappers that I'm way fucking better than

But I ain’t really gotta tell you its evident

I admit I’m kinda fucking drunk now

But I still keep pounds in my trunk now

Pricks for life I fuck around with punks now

Motorcycle boots I don't rock [?] now

Going in like they never let me in

Drinking Gin like I never got [?]

No limos, no roads, no band

But I do a couple shows the meetings

And I follow a couple hoes to be friends

Me and my bitch do this every weekend

Act III, 3 days by the weekend

I’ll fuck her in her face 'til her jaw weaken

And I'llthrow back beers 'til my breath reekin’

And my girl got girls, French, Porta Rican

Had my dick leaking 'til she tired of speaking

Have her legs sweeping 'til she tired of freakin'

And I'm all blacked out like my outfit

Back in rehab they wouldn't allow this

Told 'em I'll do 6 days and I'm out bitch

All I got it music I need a outlet

Say its bullshit, I say its cow shit

You say you do this, but I'm 'bout this

All you hear is blah blah where your mouth is

All your hear is bitches screaming where my couch is

Tryna get ahead, need a little leverage

Need a little liquor pour it in my beverage

Know you good, but I'm better kid

Like that dark shit? I invented it

Oh you mad? I intended it

Took my flow but I never said I lended it

Gimme morphine then I say I'm on something

Give them hoes dick if they really want something

You walking straight I can tell you ain't on nothing

Fuck a date all I wanna do is bone something

Front a pound if you really wanna loan something

Gun it down if you really wanna own something

First off, I'm Rick Hil outta Slickville

And when I'm back, ima light weed with a Bic still

Cause they got me on probation this is some bullshit

I don't think I can take it