Ricky Hil, Bonic - Stop It 5 lyrics

I'm a misfit put that on my mother
Shout out to Boo Bonic, that's my big brother
Yeah I like the chronic
I'm nothing like the others
Ask your mom I'm a simple motherfucker, ow
Shout out to Slickville, no doubt
She ain't Gwen, but I'm

Nutting on her blouse, nah uh
She got nothing on my spouse
Throw that pussy on me never leave the house
Rick Hil ride around in black Crown Vics
Glenville we wear all black outfit's
Talk shit I'll put my dick
Where your mouth is
Dirt bag, dirty like the south is, yeah
Young Hil I'm ridiculous

Every hoe around ya block wanna flick of this
Ricky shit getting blown by a British chick
Let her lick her lips then
I gotta dick the bitch
And then I ditched the bitch
Ride around my city
Every Street got pot holes fucking gritty
They ain't the biggest titties
But they my titties

It ain't the biggest city, but it's my city
Bitch we could role play
Til' your throat sore
Tell your girl go home with her cold sore
Every single bitch I meet get locked down
And every single bitch she
Meet get cocked down

Aye I'm Bonic I'm the hardest nigga in it
Funny same thing them bitches say every time
That I run up in it fresh up to the fitted
Yall niggas didn't did it
And the L to the I to the M to
The O to the S nigga ain't wit it
Ima spazz like I came into

The game and out stretched oh yeah
You think you're nice with
Your mothafucken bettin'
Just like I thought mothafuckas get caught
When it come to that
Mothafuckas get hate it don't
Matter anyway cause them
Bad hoes always say run it back, aye
Plus I keep them dimes dawg

You keep them fives dawg
Illy bossed up, suites in the five stars
These lil' dick niggas got about 5 cars
I fuck the baddest bitches all I
Do is spit fire bars
Straight crack, Me & Ricky hit a track
Watch all these sucka niggas hate that
Okay so take that