Текст песни Risky (feat. Drakeo the Ruler) - Drakeo the Ruler , Saweetie

Three, two shots got a bitch feelin′ risky
Saweetie, how it feel doing numbers?
I put rims on a hot pink Honda
Lip gloss on, it's a pretty bitch summer
Take it how you wanna, I put it on my mama
I heard around town, I′m the baddest ever
Bitches love sayin' how they fave did it better
Hatin' hoes link up, they be mad together
I could do the splits with the hundreds spreadin′ better
Knew the head was special, he giving brain like a geek
Dior cologne, that shit′ll bring out the freak
Fuck a fake nigga and a pick-me bitch
Mouth slick, lunatic, leave a dirty dick sick, huh
I'm Mrs. Untouchable, I′m like a Lunchable
Play like it's all fun and games ′til I'm done with you
Someone approachable, I′m unregrettable
Bitches is all talk, this ain't no interview
Ooh, all that drama and that gossip, he can miss me
Ooh, how the hell a broke nigga try to fix me?
Pretty bitch summer, got the whole gang mixy
Three, two shots got a bitch feelin' risky
A hundred down the 110 get her sideways
I told the bitch, "It′s my way or the highway"
Double-parked in driveways, on the five K′s
That Instagram shit was cute, we'll tape his block later
Laugh now cry later, there goes another clout chaser
I seen that lil′ shit you was uppin', it wasn′t 'bout Nathan
If you don′t wanna war with the don, then bye baby
If we talkin' 'bout my wrist and my neck, the price was outrageous
Bling Blaow at night, I could stare at Mei Ling callin′
You know these hoes go back and forth, bro let′s ping pong her
Tree hogger, should've stayed up on her knees longer
It′s the sleepwalker, heard she got the feet caller, ugh
This fit is outrageous, don't ask what it cost nigga
Two .9s in the car, heard about us, we mosh people
When the ice hit the light, even made Ray Charles see me
Nigga ain′t no keepin' up, what is y′all thinkin'?
Workin' overtime, yeah, I barely see my sheets, huh
I′m finer than your bitch, and I ain′t getting beauty sleep
Gotta hit it with it, if you tryna get to me
'Cause my schedule fillin′ up, I'm booking summer to the spring
Ain′t nobody goin' harder, heard ′bout you and so-and-so
But it's a difference between a puppet and who run the show
I walked in Magic City bustin' bands, lettin′ hunnids go
All this ice drippin′ on my body like a runny nose
Ask me what my life like now
Cosmo and Vogue covers, up the price right now
Princess, snap my fingers, get that right, right now
Fat ass, 4.0, making me proud
My jewelry outrageous, don't ask me what it cost me
Two dimes in the backseat sippin′ on dark liquor
Ice hit the light, even make Ray Charles see me
Bitch, ain't no keepin′ up, what is y'all thinkin′?
Ooh, all that drama and that gossip, he can miss me
Ooh, how the hell a broke nigga try to fix me?
Pretty bitch summer, got the whole gang mixy
Three, two shots got a bitch feelin' risky
Ooh, all that drama and that gossip, he can miss me
Ooh, how the hell a broke nigga try to fix me?
Pretty bitch summer, got the whole gang mixy
Three, two shots got a bitch feelin' risky
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