Rico Nasty - Sandy lyrics
[Rico Nasty - Sandy lyrics]
Rico kennyyyy!
High off acid, fly like Aladdin
On the red carpet dressed in high fashion
"Rico, how you doin'?" Bitch
I’m outstandin'
You couldn't get in, so you outside standin’
I could stand still but
My diamonds still dancin'
He a hood nigga but I make him a romantic
I'ma go and get the money like I am a addict
Before I went and got a safe
I put it in my attic
Hell nah i ain't classy, more like sassy
Smokin' out the bowl like
The bitch named Sandy
Taste like candy, hands like Randy
I I I I 'm original
That's why these bitches can't stand me
All these rap niggas be like, "Damn
Where my song at?"
Catch me in the room, I’m smokin’ gas
Where the fog at
Two-tone, mix match, they like
"Where you get that?"
You niggas some pussies
Lemme show you where my dogs at
Fuckin' on yo’ bitch
Gotta tell me where her walls at
He gave me his number
But he know I ain't gon' call back
Fall back
If you got a problem we can solve that
We do this often
Wake you up like coffee in the mornin'
Money on residuals
So when I sleep it’s comin' in
I just hopped in the coupe
And dropped the top
Even though it was thuderin'
High off acid, Alice in Wonderland
I'ma always go get the ball
When you bitches fumble it
Hell nah i ain't classy, more like sassy
Smokin' out the bowl like
The bitch named Sandy
Taste like candy, hands like Randy
I I I I 'm original
That's why these bitches can't stand me
I ain't classy, more like sassy
Smokin' out the bowl like
The bitch named Sandy
Taste like candy, hands like Randy
I'm original
That's why you bitches can't stand me
High off acid, fly like Aladdin
On the red carpet dressed in high fashion
"Rico, how you doin'?" Bitch
I’m outstandin'
You couldn't get in, so you outside standin’
I could stand still but
My diamonds still dancin'
He a hood nigga but I make him a romantic
I'ma go and get the money like I am a addict
Before I went and got a safe
I put it in my attic
Hell nah i ain't classy, more like sassy
Smokin' out the bowl like
The bitch named Sandy
Taste like candy, hands like Randy
I I I I 'm original
That's why these bitches can't stand me
All these rap niggas be like, "Damn
Where my song at?"
Catch me in the room, I’m smokin’ gas
Where the fog at
Two-tone, mix match, they like
"Where you get that?"
You niggas some pussies
Lemme show you where my dogs at
Fuckin' on yo’ bitch
Gotta tell me where her walls at
He gave me his number
But he know I ain't gon' call back
Fall back
If you got a problem we can solve that
We do this often
Wake you up like coffee in the mornin'
Money on residuals
So when I sleep it’s comin' in
I just hopped in the coupe
And dropped the top
Even though it was thuderin'
High off acid, Alice in Wonderland
I'ma always go get the ball
When you bitches fumble it
Hell nah i ain't classy, more like sassy
Smokin' out the bowl like
The bitch named Sandy
Taste like candy, hands like Randy
I I I I 'm original
That's why these bitches can't stand me
I ain't classy, more like sassy
Smokin' out the bowl like
The bitch named Sandy
Taste like candy, hands like Randy
I'm original
That's why you bitches can't stand me