"Richard Skelly" lyrics

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Car got low milage (Low)
Fit got no milage (No)
Just to set the time I tried it (Yeah)
Yeah, them birds fly, but try me, you'll fly the highest (Up)
Private room dinin'
Paid a hundred no less and that's for new timin' (Huh)
Richard, Richard skelly (Skelly)
Skelly, skelly Richard (Richard)
Yeah, the C looks like the G, but still they're very different (Rrrt)
Trap house with a balcony, we just use the kitchen
Caught them semis by the threes, man, I'm too prolific
Hangin' where they fill them till there's nothin' more to put in (Rrrt)
Cookin' till they give me bookings, I know we said it, but you wouldn't
Hate the cap, I know they shouldn't, but they do it, though (Why?)
She knows that I hit her friend, I still pursue it (Huh)
Fully auto with the drummer went to view it like a flat
You ever stepped her in the day then afternoon you double back? (Ch-ch, ch)
Fuck the order up in Novi', now they bringin' double crab (Yeah)
Let her suck it with two hands, I put two C's on every bag (Ah)
Leave the shusher for the whoosh, I'm loud and clear (Loud)
Red card I'll get you booked
Half a square, it's gettin' cooked
Forget the ten, you ever twenty tonne the buj? (Twenty tonne)
I hate her attitude, but do a door the look (Yeah)
Before rap, I hit the strip, you know them blocks gotta pay
Spent a ticket on that road and that's from WatchBox to aze
I had tops that's for days
Some shit I'm not gonna say (Shh)
But I could show you some estates that they locked off with tape (Ah)

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