Текст песни COPYCAT - DXVXS , K Rick
Nico,
what
the
fuck
man,
you
did
it
again
Back
on
our
bullshit
Yeah,
yeah
Aye,
aye,
aye,
aye
Bitch,
we
up
now
Throwing
paper
in
the
club,
drinking
forties
since
the
fucking
sundown
If
ya′ll
want
the
rundown
This
is
how
it
goes,
ya'll
ain′t
fucking
with
this
flow
Groupies
hugging
me
at
shows
Turn
your
wifey
to
my
hoes
Bitch,
we
up
now
Pulling
up
in
foreigns,
IRS
been
keeping
tabs
Bitch
we
out
here
popping
tags
Put
these
fake-ass
motherfuckers
inside
fucking
body-bags
Bitches
pussy,
copycats
Bitch
we
winning,
copy
that
But
they
can't,
nah
Bitch,
I'm
up
now
Labels
calling
me
because
they
know
that
I′m
a
cash
cow
Skrtting
in
the
Lamborghini
we
be
going
fast
now
Models
fucking
with
the
kid
because
I
got
some
cash
now
Fit
be
dripping,
got
these
bitches
tweaking,
finna
act
out
Shoutout
my
squad,
shout
Nico,
shoutout
K
Rick
My
shit
on
fuego,
your
song
a
skip,
your
shit
is
Bayless
My
feet
on
Gucci,
your
shoes
a
walkout,
got
′em
at
Payless
My
shit
is
better,
ya'll
playing
checkers
Homie
I
play
chess
That
bitch
ride
or
die
Said
she
down
for
life,
I
said,
"say
less"
Man
my
life
it
got
a
purpose,
I
can′t
walk
around
aimless
All
ya'll
my
children,
my
crew
we
different,
ain′t
on
same
shit
She
for
the
streets
She
wanna
fuck
me,
she
wanna
be
famous
She
wanna
be
famous
She
wanna
be
famous
Don't
wanna
be
nameless
Don′t
wanna
be
nameless
She
wanna
be
famous
She
wanna
be
famous
Ain't
fucking
with
lame
shit
Ain't
fucking
with
lame
shit
Bitch,
we
up
now
Throwing
paper
in
the
club,
drinking
forties
since
the
fucking
sundown
If
ya′ll
want
the
rundown
This
is
how
it
goes,
ya′ll
ain't
fucking
with
this
flow
Groupies
hugging
me
at
shows
Turn
your
wifey
to
my
hoes
Bitch,
we
up
now
Pulling
up
in
foreigns,
IRS
been
keeping
tabs
Bitch
we
out
here
popping
tags
Put
these
fake-ass
motherfuckers
inside
fucking
body-bags
Bitches
pussy,
copycats
Bitch
we
winning,
copy
that
But
they
can′t,
nah
We
irreplaceable,
ya'll
be
expendable,
ya′ll
be
on
Jason
I
be
untraceable,
that
shit
uncaseable
Killing
the
beat
like
I'm
OJ
OK,
dodging
these
bitches
like
olay
They
see
me
flexing
like,
"no
way"
I
fuck
a
bitch,
tell
her
I
love
her
Then
move
to
the
next,
yeah
I
rotate
Cause
I′m
up
now
What
they
say,
you
can
do
anything
you
want
when
you
sexy
Plus
I'm
making
bennies
so
these
broke
ass
hoes
can't
press
me
She
ain′t
cuffed
when
she
with
me,
with
me
ain′t
got
no
left
ring
I
got
so
much
left
to
do
on
Earth
so
I
ain't
resting
Wallet
looking
fat,
bitch
I
call
my
pockets
Lizzo
Money
make
her
wet,
but
I
make
that
hoe
crescendo
Cause
we
raging
like
tonight
is
the
last
night
we
got
left
Take
a
couple
pulls,
vodka
make
me
wanna
talk
shit
Money
make
me
toxic
Bitch
I
ain′t
no
option
But
I
ain't
selling
souls,
my
shit
ain′t
up
for
no
auction
Looking
for
some
purpose
in
my
life
I
just
need
meaning
Fighting
with
my
demons
Bitch,
we
up
now
Throwing
paper
in
the
club,
drinking
forties
since
the
fucking
sundown
If
ya'll
want
the
rundown
This
is
how
it
goes,
ya′ll
ain't
fucking
with
this
flow
Groupies
hugging
me
at
shows
Turn
your
wifey
to
my
hoes
Bitch,
we
up
now
Pulling
up
in
foreigns,
IRS
been
keeping
tabs
Bitch
we
out
here
popping
tags
Put
these
fake-ass
motherfuckers
inside
fucking
body-bags
Bitches
pussy,
copycats
Bitch
we
winning,
copy
that
But
they
can't,
nah
Broke
my
heart,
left
me
sad
He
left
your
ass,
now
you
want
me
back
Sorry
bitch,
ain′t
got
time
for
that
I′ma
skirt
your
ass
like
a
running-back
My
flow
is
different,
your
ears
they
bleeding
I'm
going
crazy,
hands
to
the
ceiling
Flow
so
hard
call
it
a
beating
You
wanna
see
me,
set
up
a
meeting
They
call
me
K
Rick
for
one
thing
I′m
a
light
skin
nigga
who
run
the
game
You
the
one
that
switched
up,
I
never
changed
Step
up
to
me,
and
you
got
the
gang
Roll
down
the
window,
call
it
bang-bang
Oh
you
want
the
crew?
Call
that
gang-bang
Cooking
in
the
kitchen,
got
that
pussy
stew
Niggas
try
me,
end
up
on
the
news
I'll
never
stop
′til
I'm
at
the
top
Run
′round
me,
make
your
body
drop
So
much
pressure
make
your
mama
drop
I'm
on
this
beat,
I'm
in
the
street
Bitch,
we
up
now
Throwing
paper
in
the
club,
drinking
forties
since
the
fucking
sundown
If
ya′ll
want
the
rundown
This
is
how
it
goes,
ya′ll
ain't
fucking
with
this
flow
Groupies
hugging
me
at
shows
Turn
your
wifey
to
my
hoes
Bitch,
we
up
now
Pulling
up
in
foreigns,
IRS
been
keeping
tabs
Bitch
we
out
here
popping
tags
Put
these
fake-ass
motherfuckers
inside
fucking
body-bags
Bitches
pussy,
copycats
Bitch
we
winning,
copy
that
But
they
can′t,
nah
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1 ON THE MOON
2 PLAYTIME
3 BACKWOODS
4 ARMS RACE
5 COPYCAT
6 ISSUES
7 RUNNER
8 HBO
9 BONNIE AND CLYDE
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