Riccy Runtz - Made Her Mind (feat. Seaan)

(Yeah)
Yeah, uh-uh, hoes on my mind
I got clothes, number nine
And she a hoe, made her mine
Know that chopper hit yo' spine, yeah
Yeah, yeah that chopper hit yo' top
She wanna suck on my cock, I get that a lot, uh
I whip it up in a pot then fuck on yo' thot
I got clothes on but I jugg
Not my homie, nigga what's good?
And we poppin' the spot, get it took
Fuck that bitch, got her wet like a tub
All my niggas got it out the mud
She want fuck cause I'm good with her son
You a hoe, get that shit understood
Big bag, all my niggas, we good
I got big racks that I'm stackin' up
Got a bad hoe, tell ha bag it up
Tell 'em pipe down if he actin' tough
And he talk shit, I'ma call ya bluff
I got big racks but it's not enough
He on a shitbag, hol' on, bag it up
She bad to the bone
I don't think she a hoe, but she still gon' leave me lone
Fuck ha, she do the most
I don't believe in hope
And fuck a president, I won't even vote
Ask yo' brother about me, on God he know
I feel alone all the time so I'm rockin' VLone
Put 'em up cause he act like a hoe
Nigga what you on? You ain't on none? Too bad cause I want smoke
I'm so slimey, I'll get him gone
Tell that hoe stop callin' my phone, she wasn't callin' when nigga needed ha the most
And you see why I don't trust no hoe
I already know how this shit go
Bitch, you pose to be my backbone
Where you at? Bae, come back home
Why you left me on this road all alone?
RIP Ten, I stand ten toes
Rick HandyMan, I stay with my pole
I can't fall in love nomo, my heart too cold
Baby just leave me alone

Written by:
Rickey Dominique, Sean Win

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