Ricky Hil - September Leaves lyrics

[Ricky Hil - September Leaves lyrics]

Ricky, Ricky, Nostra, yeah

Who me? I don't know much
You better get your bitch, she doing so much
Yeah ricky make her toes touch her hands
Then I pass her to my mans, yeah
Who that bitch? her pussy swollen like clams
Her nose bleeding like stands
But she talk, she she hard to understand

Na na na na, na na na na na na na, na na na

I ain’t never crossed you or told a lie
You said everybody left you and so did I
Gotta fall asleep with open eyes
Paranoid every night I close my eyes
Romanticize suicide
What should I do? what would you advise?
What would you choose? what would you decide?
Uh, Ricky bitch I'm on tho
I put my dickie in her tonsil


And I ride my Chevy real low
Because I feel low i tell that hoe I feel 0
I tell that hoe I ain't a hero

Na na na na, na na na na na na na, na na na
Yeah na na na na, na na na yeah
Na na na na, well, yeah
Well, yeah, Ricky, Ricky

You can choke on this dick
I grope on her tit's
If I leave her she’ll open her wrist
You get the gist it is what it is
Run it up bitch on your knees
Suck it up bitch my favorite young jawn she
Don't ever waste time
She get them pounds across the state line
She bring it back to me
I check the weed then I
Fall right back asleep
I'm the best from CT like I need to be
I just got that energy

When I die they'll remember me
When I'm dead like the Kennedys
Motifs in September leaves
I'll be back in town for October leaves
When I see them police it'll sober me
I fucking hate authority limosa Nostra

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