Ricky Hil - Midnight Request Line lyrics

Yeah, Less
I said, ain't no party like a Limos party
Cause we don't party, we just get high
Call me Illy Madison specialize in
Killing pads and pens
Unfilling bags of piff
Chilling on the rings of Saturn with
An above average bitch
Interesting personality
I need what makes amateurs unbalanced
Just to balance me
I'm awkward, I'm ahead of the clockwork
Time into my schedule live it
Up then fitted fine i've, beaten the game
I'm not on another level
I'm both god and the devil
Not thе fawn or the cattle, hello
Tеll your friends the L goes in, weed goes in
And roll them asses at the end
Go in t double o
Weed trappin' hoes with closed mindsets
I been selling more interest tho I'm less
Find me in the fucking MID west
I'm Elvis Presley plus the best weed
So liquor will leave my attitude
It's stuck up bitch
The smell of pussy stays up on my upper lip
Like the fever for the
Flavor of another spliff, reefer
Not underrated, unrated
Don't tell your mother kids

I'm kinda like Kurt in his prime
Model bitches waiting in a line
Just to sniff a line, let me take my time
Let me roll a dime, let me kick a rhyme
Drop the times
Then I lost my mind, like, yesterday
I was really gone away
Get them O's every day
They don't hear me any way low top kicks
Smoking this shit til' I'm dead
Sour diesel, mescaline
You hearing what I said?
Motherfucker I, can't believe my high
Up like the black bird, look at Ricky fly
And the Backwood gimme Asian eyes
And I'm catered by, 85 grams
Ricky Hil, Limosa Affiliate
And I'm killing shit
Bitch ain't you feeling it?
Ima get it, god willing kid, smoke a blunt
Get rid of it quick
Didn't get a hit of it, shit
I'm iller to the bone limo killa
Stay with her she'll ride so
I don't forget her (forget her)